What Remains?

We work our butts off, for a matter of fact we work it off pretty much for the whole of eternity. We fake the world that we don't think back and think, giving it a reason that we don't have the time to do so. Honestly we do have the time to look back and realise, but we are just simply denying that fact of what reality brings us or just shoots us. You can try to be the best at anything, but if you can be happy for what you hold, then what is the dream?