At first,
I thought of life as a torture.
I was thinking,
        ''why I have to deal with this?''
   and
        ''how I'm going to fix that?''

The truth is life is fun
        -but how can you find the fun part if you're complaining about
        everything?-
and it's about this fun that we 're all feeling this unbearable pain.

We are suffering in the name of hope
       -People hope for growth
       for money
       for recognition
       for success
       for love-
nobody cares to give love.
   All we do is take (!)

Life is given as a gift
and what we do as in return?
We only care about ourselves
and not even in a good way.
       - We don't truly love ourselves;
       if we did,
       we wouldn't crave for self-confirming -

Eventually,
I found out that
I don't have time for sadness,
I don't have seconds to hate.
So,
talking about life,
I talk about happiness,
I talk about peace,
I talk about forgiveness,
I talk about silence,
I speak of love.