I finally realize why is it when people age, the more they smile less: There is really nothing to be happy about in life.
Ofcourse, being alive is one of the best things that could happen to anyone. But realizing the things that people could do around you just to gain things they think that are worth it is scary.
Life, sickness, happiness, sorrow, joyfulness, betrayal, loyalty, guilt, love, hate, and death, how exactly do they link?
Is it really true that the more you know is the better? or is it that the less you know is better? Perhaps, that’s why people always envy those naive children so much?

