Life, why have you been pretty harsh to me recently ?
Or is it just me who have been harsh to myself ?
I don't know really.
I don't feel like I understand what's going on lately.

What's the meaning of life ?
How do I understand it ?
Who's gonna help me ?
No one ? Really ?

How do I even define it when I don't understand the concept, clearly ?
It's more like a dark room,
which gets lightened up only in the day time.
Or like that one favourite fruit of yours,
in the stinky plate of salad.
It's more about little things,
I think I should stop making it a big deal.

Our lives are just a series of bad moments,
with the little happiness sprinkled on everything.
Only if we notice and enjoy everything.
Only if we smile through our glories,
but also, miseries.
Because we never know,
if something is going to to be a good thing or turn into just another bad memory.