Sometimes I feel that I'm losing myself.
At times, I'm happy.
Other times, I'm angry or sad.
The emotions are mixing all up.
And I resent that feeling.
The decisions I made in life.
Most of the time, the obvious answer is to have no regrets at all.
The minority or majority of times, I have had it.
Life is filled with lots of imperfections including myself.
I am in awe of the people who embrace endless happiness in their life.
Either they are in acceptance of those imperfections or they had gave up hope on it eons ago.
The worst fear of all.
Happiness, as & when, has left me on my own.
I hate this.
I long for that kind of happiness I've always been yearning for.
Yet, the chances I foresee might not be working the way I want it to be.
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