Is the pursuit of happiness really worth it? it's a question that’s been running against the chambers of my skull these past few days. Is it really worth it to suffer through much agony, to endure so many failures, to know that this planet is filled to the brim with people; yet none of them would bat an eye when you cry for a failure that no one understands? That no one understands because no one has the same ambitions as you nor the same goals. Isn’t it ironic that the only person that I know suffering with me is the only person that I ever called my soulmate, it isn’t a friend, a girlfriend, a relative or even a parent, it’s my best friend. Is it fair for two of the brightest minds to ever graduate in our year to suffer so much to get the education that they deserve, isn’t it unfair that they have to go through so many delays only because they flew to countries that wouldn’t acknowledge their past degrees? Isn't it unjust that even in love we've only had the short end of the stick. The answer to all these questions is yes, it is unjust, unfair and very ironic. Yet the last chapter of our story is the saddest, it’s that we could never change our reality. Life decided to ***** us over and put in the biggest hurdles in our already rocky paths, paths that we chose on our own, not knowing the detours, the crashes and all the failures that’ll come with them. We chose the path that led to the pursuit of happiness, was it worth it? **** no it wasn’t. Do we have a saying in how will it affect our lives in the future? Not a single word. We are nothing but fishes in the grand stream that is life, with the only purpose to keep on swimming