Life ends

If all I have left to say at the end of my life is "I tried hard at everything I did," I've lived a happy life. Because if I tried, I had heart, I had passion for what I did. Judge me, hate me, love me, accept me; do what you must, but my happiness doesn't depend on you. I've felt judged and still loved myself. I've felt hated and still accepted myself. I've felt loved and still hated myself. I've felt accepted and still judged myself. My happiness never depended on others, I just couldn't see it, in this world full of image. I love myself, always and forever. But I am not boastful; I am thoughtful.