When we achieve something, someone asks how we feel. When we lose something, someone asks how it feels like. When we are young, we smile at everyone. When we get hurt, we cry like we lost everything. But as time passes by, as we grow up, we no longer smile that much. When we get hurt, we no longer cry that openly. As we get past the hurdles, the source of happiness seems to move away. There seem to be too many terms and conditions to reach it. Too many sources of disappointment cross paths everywhere. The world seems to have a lot more evil than a couple of decades back. It seems too difficult to skip the pits of heart-breaks. It seems as if the smiles are being erased. It seems as if everyone is just too selfish. It seems as if frowning is a default option, welcoming at every corner. The faces refuse to even frown as they got too tired of it. But they refuse to smile either. The possessions look petty. The sorrows seem silly. The reasons to smile vanish. Th