Life is a constant battle between anger and peace. You are under tremendous pressure from all quarters and yet you hope for all this to go away. But no! They keep coming back to you like moths to a flame. You run, fumble from one problem to another and by the time you realize that life happened, you are too late.
More than losing the battle, it's about the losing the people you love, isn't it? You constantly, willingly, happily give up your little pleasures just to see them happy, just to see them a bit more comfortable, and yet no one returns your favor. There must have been times when you questioned yourself as to why you did this to yourself for the sake of others?