What is life? A cycle that never ends? After pain come happiness. After misery come ecstacy.

Everything comes with a price? For everything you hope to get, you have to lose some?

And there you plan your life, remembering mother's advice, "If you don't study hard, you won't have money. If you don't have money, you won't be happy."

Then you think of a world far away where money doesn't mean happiness. That utopian idea.

And then one day, I realised I have worried my life away. How you wished you've led a different life. But no matter how you live your lives in different ways, you die a man full of regrets.

So hail misery. Without misery there can be no joy. This is life. Misery is part of life.