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Happiness Undefined


The man with the suite case claims to be the happiest. Though as he arrives to his apartment, where's his rest? You have the man on the streets and he sure knows about life. He's had a million doubts but has pulled through to survive. He does not know when his next meal will come. All he knows is that people look down on him as if he were dumb. You mistake him for a low-life, but you don't know his story. Somewhere along, he fought the rich's war, but that's history. For now, you will only listen to the rich man's voice. Because society does not realize that they have a choice.
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