A lot of people spend their lives trying to make a name for themselves. People are so concerned with social ranking, economic ranking… In the end, we all end up in the same ground. We’re all quite insignificant once our bodies are under layers and layers of earth. We’re even insignificant when they’re not. We all breathe the same air and walk the same ground. Some are smarter than others, some are richer than others, some are more talented than others, some are kinder than others. The list goes on. I think the real winners are the ones who are happy. Whether they’re smarter or more talented or kinder or richer or whatever they are, none of that matters unless they are happy. When you’re about to die, I doubt you think about all the money you made or the amount of people you were able to humiliate or the math equations you were able to solve or the amount of paintings you were able to complete. You think about your life and how you lived it. If you lived a happy life, you die in peace because there is nothing more you could have really asked for. If you spent most of your days a prisoner to your own melancholy, then you die in melancholy because you have not reaped the good that life had to offer, and you won’t get another chance in this life to do so.