If your are lucky. Once or twice in your life time, someone may mention you make them happy. Just your existence translate into their happiness. but on few days even if you are desperate enough to trade your joy, it amounts to nothing to them.
Most intelligent creatures on this planet, arguably in the universe, we still don’t know how to make someone happy. Poetry is almost there.
What’s truly ours in this world is our happiness or lack of it. Even that will take life time to achieve for a few. By the time we know we exist, most of our life is already decided, rest is our battle to unsubscribe.
We are born into something, our parents make it worse, our decision in ignorance make it even worse, our desires validate them all. Our cry for help, for happiness turns wild often. Dubbed as our personality.
As days goes by, only getting draged into ocean by involuntary obligation, tides of desire. I just want to sit on beach, irrelevant and inconsequential.
I once said you should keep fear and farts to yourself.