Life is full of terrible moments of happiness
Life is full of amazing moments of sorrow
Life moves onward and all the characters in life try to keep up

My life isn't what I want it to be, but I don't know what my life should be. Do I go searching; searching for a life? Is there a point to searching for a life when mere breathing is enough to live life?

Life is full of questions
Life is full of answers
Life is a teacher that no one understands