Happiness

Everyone's life is a picture, painted by only one person. Life itself. The picture shows everything we're doing. Everything that have done. But sometimes, life gets tired. Doesn't want to paint a picture. So, Life send problems to stop it. If give up, picture is finished. If keep going, so does the picture.

The question is: How soon do you want to see your picture? Do you want to see it now? When it could be so much more? Or later, when there's so much more than before? It's a choice, will keep going.

Hide behind a mask. Can't see face. Looking at first glance in a happy place. The truth is, that's a lie. Can't really tell that in the back of my mind. What's the point of living? What's the point of being happy if in the end we're going to cry.

But this is something no one sees. This is something no one knows n yet deep inside of me this feeling of hatred grows. So even though this mask reveals a happy side of me, i'll use the mask as a shield to look at what others can never see. =)