Alien Huang-Forgetting How to Be Happy

The echoing of loneliness opens the door of a warm family home
The echoing of loneliness opens the door of a warm family home
There are some people who are optimistic and seem perpetually happy and confident.  I'm not one of those people.  In fact, a psychology test I took stated that I was a pessimistic introvert.  Not the best combination if you want to live happily and worry-free.  

What is a life full of happines

I use my strength to be reborn

I have no power to go back to my past

All that is left is my pride and determination that helps me carry on

Maybe its my task

That chases me, forcing me to give up on life

What the hell am I doing, freedom was never left to those who walked with their heads down

We all have forgotten how to be happy

The obstacles that caused us to suffer-our own lives

Perhaps you are too focused

And have lost this competition

Because life is only a journey that lasts a few decades

We have all forgotten how to be happy

Using our strength to love

Allowing ourselves to be complete

So don't be too unkind, letting your heart suffer

Enclosed in a lonely

Lonelier than the loneliest spirit

Ambiguous night devils saved a person

To go forward or backwards, a cute atmosphere

Maybe its my task

That chases me, forcing me to give up on life

What the hell am I doing, freedom was never left to those who walked with their heads down

We all have forgotten how to be happy

Using our strength to love

Let myself be complete

Don't be too harsh, let your heart be alone

Stuck in a lonely

My spirit is lonely as the most lonely

I'm no longer one person 

Deeming life as silly gives me a million possibilities

But I must admit happiness won't come by itself

You gave it to me

We all have forgotten how to be happy

The obstacles that caused us to suffer-our own lives

Perhaps you are too focused

And have lost this competition

Because life is only a journey that lasts a few decades

We have all forgotten how to be happy

Using our strength to love

Allowing ourselves to be complete

So don't be too unkind, letting your heart suffer

Enclosed in a lonely

Lonelier than the loneliest spirit

"For some of us, our main goal in life is happiness.  For some others, it's just to make the pain stop".-David Theriault

This quote really affected me, because I love to read depressing and gory stories--looking at the book titles I choose, it's pretty obvious: A Million Little Pieces, Don't Make Me Stop Now, The Year of Endless Sorrows, Like Being Killed, Go Ask Alice.....the list goes on and on.  (I'm not recommending any of these books here, just stating that I'm attracted to less-than-happy book titles).  

Sometimes I feel like there's no point in life, and it's just a waste of effort.  I'm not suicidal though, since there's no point in committing suicide unless you want people to cry...and I don't. Sometimes I wonder why God created the human race, since all we ever seem to do is ruin the world and dramatize everything else.  What is the larger purpose of us as a race?  Or as individuals?