It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.

Night. Another wasted night. It is wet outside. You can hear the wailing sounds of the wind. Tomorrow, yet another monotonous undertaking. The same old thing happens everyday. Are you happy? You ought to be, after all this time.

Yet... when night comes, pain wails at you like the wind you hear striking your bedroom window. Pain, almost tangible, haunts you till this very day. You say you are happy. But when night comes, you know you're not.

What's happening. Where is the former you?

Can you be happy? When everything seems to be going your way, but the one thing you trully desire eludes you. The most painful thing in the world are the things you ought to have again, but it refuses to come back.

Sometimes, you have to live for yourself. Not for others.