A stranger

Children are the most likeable beings because they don't have any idea what's going on in this cold, dry and painful world. They are pure and simple. Simple things can bring the brightest smile to their face. And I envy them. If I could be happy with the simplest thing I have.

But...

What do I actually have? Nothing. When I turn back and look at the moments of my life, I find nothing. A simple life everyone deserves but me. Every inch of me still shakes with terror, questioning me, shouldn't we run away? Shouldn't we find our happiness?

But where is the happiness that people talk about? All I can see is that they are struggling, with bad thoughts or good thoughts. Someone is jealous of someone's success, someone is unhappy with a successful life.

Nowhere to be found happiness is a word of the reasons for the beginning of thousands of nightmares. I want to be happy, so let's do it. But after being successful to do it finely, no, I need more, let's do it...

We aren't satisfied. But Betw