Chapter 2: Help

In a mislead world filled with hatred , chaos and war sometimes you ought to listen. What is it that I seek, What is it?!! If I could find the answer to just that, Though all of the voices inside my head, I'm trying to hear and follow the voice of reason which is far far away, cornered by all the other thoughts , ideas and the extra dimensional interference. If I ever wanted to reach that voice of reason I'll have to beat every thought, Idea and every interference to find that cornered voice of reason I'm looking for. How can I face them all with no reason? How can I argue with all my thoughts and ideas with no voice of reason to back me up? I have no reason to allegedly make an argument, how can I be on trial when I merely exist. My existence is shallow, my existence is dull, my existence is null. How can you persecute a nothing, an emptiness? How can you condemn a singularity of vast nothingness? Can I be saved? Poor people, they are desperate and simple. They don't stress about anything and by anything I mean luxuries, they don't stress about luxury - They don't know luxury, they never will? They stress about shelter, healthcare and sometimes a basic education is considered a luxury when you are very poor. Is it that we sought luxury for a long time we forgot why are we actually alive? I mean is life all about the fun, the travelling, the reading, the no stress life, the expensive cars, the champagne. Do we actually have a purpose? Do we need to fulfill that purpose, I mean are we strictly dedicated to that sole purpose or do we sway away from that purpose day after day after day?!! We need money and some luxury to fulfill that purpose yeah but my question is What is my purpose, Not knowing the answer to that question is making me miserable. Am I lost. I watch people, I study people actually. I'd ride in public transports , walk for hours in crowded areas. I try to see and comprehend how would they act upon a certain situation. I try to see and view their own way of life. 
Are we all miserable? Why should a person work for 16 hours a day if he weren't miserable. Does that person feel happiness when the wage of that 16 hours of work grants him the luxury to fulfill his children's need and requirements? What is it that makes a person happy? Is it a matter of perspective? How can I be happy? Am I sick? Condemned to always be a lost sad soul but I remember, I remember a time when I was genuinely happy.