Some threads, some rays of light, something that keeps people optimistic and then suddenly everything collapses, yours dreams get demolished in front of your eyes, and still life goes on. You say you are happy, you say you are happy to yourself but deep inside you,you know that you are not. You know things could have been much better for you. You know endings could have been better. But then you realize that everything in your life need not be the best. You realize even a bit worse things can turn out to be better with time. You realize hope is behind all evil. So then you kill the hope inside you. You are really happier now. But are you really? Right from your childhood, you have been taught that it is hope that keeps people alive. So are you dead? You better be. Because actually its not hope, it is sensitiveness that's behind everything. It makes people care for others, feel for others, cry for others, laugh for others, think for others, pray for others and ideally one should think about himself only. So now you kill it. You become insensitive. So now you don't have any dreams, don't have any hope, with hope faith is gone and so is gone affection, you don't have any of these qualities now. You don't feel for others, don't think of others. UNDEAD. Now you realize you have killed yourself in pursuit of happiness. And you are really happy now. Your own black and white world seems merrier. Your own mime characters are jollier. Congratulations!!! you have just accomplished the mission, you have just killed your soul in order to adapt yourself with this world. Amen!!!!

and again, no "what have I done"s.