Would one allow me to share my life, as so tenderly told by none other than myself? Perhaps it would be far too vain, but I cannot let myself be defined by such a degrading term. I suppose, I cannot let my tale go unoticed, I feel as if that if that were the case, my meaning may be lost.
All of us seek that clever state, titled none other than 'happieness'. Perhaps one has chased after this word, dreamed of it to describe themselves. One must always pursue it, as I presume anyone would gladly say, in stride, 'I am happy.' Of course, as I have learned from a very smart fellow, we all try to attain this state, although many travel by different roads. If one would kindly allow me to share the road in which I traveled.
