Hey! There have been many questions that daunt me. For instance sometimes I wonder what happiness really is? Is it trying to make someone feel good or is it having something really good for ourselves? Does it mean to be happy or is it just a concept to ever just talk about? What exactly is the real meaning of it? Is it the feeling of being complete or is it the incomplete story that saved some disaster. Well, when compelled to ask others and finally even asking them, there are different versions of their answers, one says it’s the happiness on their parents, child’s or spouses face, and others even question the existance of it in their lives.
Why has it become so much essential yet so much negligent? Why is it that we want it so bad and yet we don’t know how to attain it. Why is it that everyone want their close ones to be happier yet they fail to notice their dearest ones suffering depression. Is it the lack of attention or is it the phobia of seeing them cripple before us to we have always seen them strong before us.
What is the meaning of every little effort we put? Is it even conveyed the way it has to be? Or is it that we’re all slowly loosing emotions.
Where can I even find the answers to them?