So far I’ve become, my accomplishments and achievements. Somehow I wonder why, not as ”why did a try so hard?” But ” why did I start in the first place?”

Often I hear that my folkes are proud of me, others get jealous. Even the people you would of fought for the very most, decided to not be a part of your life anymore. And their reason being that you’re not yourself anymore because of this ”obsession” they call it.

Day after day, sleepless nights and late night study sessions. Sure, some would describe myself as successful. However I strongly believe that you want the things you don’t have and the same way the other way around. I also think that ”successfullness” is a term that’s described different from one to another.

If I would’ve explain success, I would’ve brought up happiness. Because happiness is vitally important just as money, food and a roof over your head are.

You say that I’m successful… but where is my happiness?