After all these completed chapters, I wonder if there will ever be a different narrative other than me being left in the dark: lost, found then lost again. All the niceness’s I’ve experienced now seem more like a metal wire that ties me down in this experimental game. A game that I must play to reach the destination of happiness. Life is nice and I’m supposed to feel grateful, happy and hopeful. Yet, I still haven’t figured out where I stand, when I can’t even comprehend the most simple game rule: nice experience = happiness.

Where do I stand?