Steamroller over me.

The tears overrunneth like a Korean soap, the entanglements messy and confusing, sometimes bittersweet. She’s come undone – what do you do?

Leona Lewis’s song Happy resonates deep within me, as I ponder the meaning of life, the point of life, the bigger picture. As we age, we have more questions, less answers. The questions increasingly harder to answer. I don’t know what the point of life is, I just sometimes wish it were easier. Where do you draw your line of happiness against the next person’s?