Life is a story that only the protaganist knows.

Hello Steemers,

We live in a world where people generally walk pass each other on the street without acknowledgment. Where we are so busy and concerned about our own lives and time that nothing else really matters. We struggle day in and day out to survive on our low or not high enough income that we lose ourselves.

So I had a thought.

As a teenager I wanted highschool to end and University to start, I was bored of the daily routines and restrictions.

As a university student I wanted this daily studying and high expectations to be over and finally enter the working world so that I can finally be free to do what I wanted.

As a working professional I wanted the weekends to come quicker and be longuer so I can rest by body and soul.

On the weekends I thought about what I need to do to make more money so I can finally afford my own place.

In my own place I felt the darkness sweep over me as the loneliness grew within. I needed to find a companion.

With my companion, we shared some laughs and struggled to accommodate each others life styles. We wanted a deeper connection.

With our children, my companion became a part of me, but I didn't know if it was the same for her. I wasn't as lonely anymore. But I never escaped the routine they call working. The more I worked, the more money I seem to need. Surviving went from not starving to needing the latest phone and tech. So I wanted to finally do what I've always wanted to do. Now with my children all grown up and my wife by my side, there was no time like now.

But when I finally had the chance to think about it, I realised.

I had long forgotten what it was I wanted to do.

I had some good laughs, I smile as I greet people, I feel content with my famiky and work. Maybe, there is nothing more that I need. Tomorrow is monday... I will wake up early and go to work. Then come back in the evening and have dinner with the family. Do my prayers and go to bed. Maybe I'll finally get that raise I was waiting for next month, then we can buy that car we saw last week. Maybe get a pet or go on a week long vacation. I guess that's what life is about. That doesn't sound so bad.

As I drifted to sleep, I had a thought. Am I...happy? What did that feel like again?

When I was a child everything amazed me. I had so many expressions to reflect the way things made me feel. I would run around feeling like I could do anything and go anywhere. Best of all, I felt happy and at peace simply by watching the clouds go by. The world felt alive and I was surely living then. There was nothing I wanted and nothing I needed.

'I wonder what others are thinking about right about now? How are they living? Are they...happy?'