Does living mean to be examined all the time?
I think so…
Does it mean to show that you’re happy all the time?
Does it mean to cry, cry, and cry all the time?
Does it mean to just have sorrow?
I still don’t know the real meaning of life.
I am surrounded by pain, grief, unhappiness, and hopelessness,
and I cannot find the door that leads to better things.
But I haven’t given up
and I never will give up.
I am full of hopes, wishes, and love!
I promise I will find a door
that opens on delight, gladness, pleasure and joy.
By Farahnaz A.
Photo: Baz Ratner / Reuters