Is this my life
Why can't I be happy with
Just being
Being me
Contentment is sometimes subjective. Some are just satisfied with the things as they are, so simple. Yet, others have that complicated life. They want something more. Something that could fulfill their needs and wants. People has their own uniqueness. God has created each and every one with a purpose unique in our being. A well conveyed thought provoking write. May you find that someone who will complete your life.
Redefine what makes you happy somehow, someway. Abandon the old notions and then they'll come to you. Letting something go to return, then it does.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Not knowing the writer, I cannot comment on what ails you nor give advice. It is not clear if it is an empty heart, an empty pocket, an empty talent, or an empty life. I can only comment: if i can cup you in my hand to comprehend the meaning of your breath, if i can look so deep into your soul to understand the sadness you radiate Then and only then can I fathom the sadness of your poem.