Existence

Don't lie 

The journey to happiness is filled with disappointment 

And its end is a well known failure. 

Success shouldn't be so distant

Happiness shouldn't hurt this much 

Life shouldn't be this hard.

No, it's all wrong.

We spend a lifetime looking for a perfect moment, the right age

And on that we waste our lives 

So when we realize there's nothing left but to enjoy life and it's simplicity 

It's already too late. Life has gone by.

Nietzsche states that one's character is defined by its genes and a series of events which he overcomes as an adult. 

So, essentially, we are the sum of a shit storm which escaped our control because we were infants, and now we must spend the rest of our adult lifes fixing it. 

Therefore, don't judge me if I tell you we're all fucked. From beginning to end.

I remain optimist, however. That's our pathetic natural state as humans. 

I remain optimist that somehow, someday, this endless shitstorm will once stop.

I want to think I'll grow old, I'll love once again

I'll love like I used to. Love just one woman to which I'll have my children with.

I don't aspire for more than tranquility and lucidity. I don't need more than life itself.

I dare to think I'll, once, be happy. Be at ease. 

Till then, I wait. I exist. 

"Existence, well, what does it matter

I exist on the best terms I can
The past is now part of my future
The present is well out of hand"