One day, I embarked on the search for happiness because many of my friends had told me that I will die a very sad man if I did not follow their recommendations.
I went to a swimming pool, and in a rock-like fashion I couldn't swim but sank. I followed them to a club where they told me that alcohol, drugs, and dancing will take me to the world of happiness. But, I remembered one thing, I am shy and cannot dance before people and who are drinking and drugging. That would be an act of compromising my integrity.
Realizing that I was becoming more of a liability to them, they dropped me as a friend. I felt so deserted and alone. I thought of drowning myself in a brew den, but again I realized I was born alone, grew alone, suffered alone, l dream alone and I will finally die alone. All this time, the common word to me seemed to be "alone".
I realized that I alone have the power to make any changes that I desire. Being happy is a lone choice, following your friends is a lone choice. Why should I cry being unhappy, blaming people for my problems when I alone own the power to generate the solutions?