Life

When I see life posted on Facebook, I wonder how is it that other people's life can be so perfect. For a split second, I envy them. But then I realize, no one can ever know what's behind the pretty pictures, what's behind the wonderful stories they posted, what's the unseen, what's the untold. No one can ever know how they sort the good and the bad out of their friends' and public's eyes. Because the truth is, life is not that perfect. Behind every happiness, there are struggles, tears and heartbreaks. We can never know.

I see my life. I may have said, as others said the same about theirs, that my life is perfect.

Well, it's not. But I love it. And always am grateful for it.