I waste my life like I have no time to be happy,
Than one day, I saw an old bagging for a bread,
After a struggle, he got some stale bread nearby dustbin…
He seems so happy that a tear fallen out from his eyes,
Then I realized that purpose of our life is not being happy,
Purpose of our life is to survive, to fight for our needs,
I realized that reality is not solacing, and it keeps me awake all night,
Thinking about why I am so worried about it….
So for me, happiness is irrelevant for seeking comfort in life.