one in a million

a child looks at himself.he wonders what could have happened.he considers he could be insane.maybe people are that simple.maybe life is that predictable.maybe he was lost his mind.however, he admits he's a bit of a pessimist.he considers he may not yet see the bigger picture.well...he is an idiot.
I've been trying to tell him that nothing is more important than being happy.and let me make that clear...happiness is a concept that can't be defined.it's as different from person to person as we are different from each other.and I can't really discuss it, nor do I want to discuss it.but you get my point.with that in mind, I've been trying to figure out why my he persists in making himself miserable.
I don't know.everything is there.all the words.all the feelings.all the seconds that last for years in which his mind goes down a million different paths.
he's getting old.or young.I won't let him next time.the sun can only rise so many times.
mai sunt 2 ore.si am crezut ca pot sa-mi spun adevarul.poate maine dimineata.