My life is my own property

I observe life with a sense of detachment. I am a part of a dream every second of the day . There are people and faces, people i like, people i love ... Everyone with his own roadmap and a different destiny, becoming friends on account of existing together in same time and space.
I might be loved or hated, judged or misjudged. I fail to care on account of having  insufficient rumours to build up another's imaginary view of me. Lets not overthink that.

Yet sometimes, I get surprised to face a reaction that is not , in any way, equal or according to my intended action. This gets upsetting to the point of being intesely hurtful.

 If you're seeking approval from the world you will realise sooner or later that it was futile.
Have you ever wondered how world moves on without people who are so dear to us? When something disastrous happens to you, you naturally expect the world to go silent in recognition. But as it has happened from day one, we wake up to the realization that our pain was entirely our own pain to emerge from. Our fortune entirely our own to rejoice. If our emotions are entirely our own without the world taking any responsibility for any of them, then why do we depend on the world so much ? why do we need re-affirmation of our self-worth from the world? why what they think about you stands to affect how you feel about yourself?
You may not like to think so much so the 'why' part of my questions might never have occurred to you. But maybe i just helped you realize how obviously dependent on the world we all are. And with a little power of reasoning , maybe you can work out the futility of trying to take the two things together. The uselessness of moulding yourself to fit in with the world when you know that no matter how hard you try, the war is going to be lost. World has its merits to judge you with. It's your brilliance, success or attractiveness and someone is always going to beat you at it sooner of later. There will always be someone smarter, richer or prettier.  What if you fight hard and long for a title that only gives you temporary happiness until it is handed over to another contender?
What you are left with if you have put all your energy and spirit into believing that was all you ever wanted and now you are left with a ghost of admiration from the world and nothing, nothing else.
Where does true happiness lie?
The answer has to be simple.
I think it HAS to lie somewhere within you.