Life it seems is like an empty bag handed to you at birth. The task herein is to add things to the bag simulating your experiences and doings in life. Unfortunately somewhere along the road we find our choices criticized and argued upon and subtly but surely our choices get replaced by what everyone around us see's fit. 10 years down the line you realize what your life consists of then is no longer your life, but an amalgam of the choices, decisions, and liking's of everyone around you. So how is it possible for someone to go through that kind of manipulation and be able to say life is well? To look into your bag and though there seems to be everything that everyone around you would want, it's simply not what you had in mind. How are you expected to feel happy when all along none of the choices were yours? It isn't surprising to me how so many people, as successful as they may be from our point of view, seem too unhappy. And therein lies the fault. Our perception is ours. It seems I have begun to understand where the phrase "Life is a bitch" originates from. Life is nothing but an empty vessel. It is what you make of it.
~Nauman Sharif
