Doubts.
Some days, some months, some years are like realizations. They will mean a lot when you look back but you'll be glad those are over. Most of the times, it's only rare that good times are realization times. And it might just be that during all the good times, you won't realize that they are great. Which is ironical. It is difficult - this life. I don't know how to live it, what is the best way to approach it. I've started looking at it as a problem to solve unlike previous years where I was just living in the moment. Here I am, trying to find the secret - the secret to love, secret to success, secret to happiness - every day it's a pursuit that I chase unsuccessfully, trying too hard. The perspective is lost, of what's actually important; I'm caught up in the world's way of right and good. Get a place, get a car, go places, talk to people, stay in love - everything is now a task that I am to do. I don't know what's real and mine anymore. I