I am here because most woman seem to climb over bodies to reach this mythical happiness that awaits them, while forgetting that they are destroying the foundations for what they are already seeking. Simple happiness. Whats wrong with enjoying an ice cream in a park on a sunny day with your kids? Why does one have to own a yacht, cabin in the mountains, a castle of a house or 14 master degrees and diplomas in a job you hate? What is there to remember when you sit there 80 years old in a home, old and forgotten?