Sometimes,doesn matter how many people are around or how much they show themselves to be there for us.Doesn matter the effort,doesn matter the affection or love. The hidden persistent pernicious notions residing in the deepest and the darkest chambers of the heart inherently surface up,creating chaos,confliction and cheerless agony-short living the most precious happy moments of our lives. . Why are we so contradictory? Why is nothing ever enough? Why do we end up prioritising our pain over our happiness-that was only meant to be cherished,treasured and lived? Why does 'Being Happy',brings with it,an other question-'Will this Last!?' Why do we end up being the biggest villains in our own story?