sometime i feel what is life, life is nothing but the sack of sorrows and bitters, every body have its own point of veiw of defining life and resons of living happy in world. i was life is just the name of sorrows, its just a wish of living happy. whole life is spends in finding love, happiness from others, ever we distribute over desires for the happiness of other, than also we cant find our own happiness. no one needs our happinsess, everybody is lost in his own life.