Life life life life.

What do you want from me?

Can’t you let me know?

Oh you are playing tricks, I see.

Why can’t you make everything clear once for all?

What is my destiny?

Sometimes I feel it,

Sometimes I don’t,

Sometimes I believe,

Sometimes I lose hope.

Somehow I always feel that I should have more,

And other times, I feel that I don’t deserve what I have.

Ironically, I’m the one who’s never happy here.

So what do I want?

That’s exactly the problem.

It’s not about what I want.

It’s about what I have, today.

Money itself is powerless.

Money plus a higher goals are powerful.

Material is useless.

Experiences are heart-filling.

Memories are crumbles, from our life dinner.

All it does is remind us of how good it was but never feeds us.

I’m looking for freedom.