the Bittersweet Irony

It takes darkness to realize light.
It takes death to appreciate Life.
A broken heart reminds us that we can feel.
Solitude reminds us that we need each other.

We are always chasing what is expected of us, always trying to fit others' ideals. Yet, we are never satisfied and lost. While I want to strive to be my best, I want to do this, no I must do this, on my own terms.

Does it make more money? Does it make people like me more? Do I care?