Confused

If only life is a bed of roses...

Love is supposed to be fulfilling, meaningful, colourful and filled with happiness. But since when it has become a burden? How has it turned out to be so complicated?

Have I indeed made the wrong choice since the beginning? Have I indeed been blinded by love that I know not the reality of life?

Or am I being selfish and unreasonable? Is this merely a matter of money vs love? Or is this a matter of wanting a better life? Then again, is life built on having abundant of material resources or one that is full of love, joy, happiness and laughter? Having said that, is it wrong to pursue both? Is that being greedy?

Perhaps, my life is not meant to be so. There is also no guarantee that by giving up someone, the next one will be better. It all comes down to choices that one makes and living out that decision.