Perhaps that was just the problem. Maybe if they shared their troubles, lifted their heads, slowed down and smiled a little; maybe everything would be a little easier; just maybe. But it was only a thought; and no one there would ever consider allowing their minds to wander so far from what was widely considered reality.
They all simply continued on with their lives; though not truly simply, but complicated, twisted, messy things their lives were; but it didn't matter. Nothing mattered but that they survive; that they keep on trying to reach their dreams, to attain happiness, while ignoring those about them. Empty happiness: forever just beyond their grasp; a happiness that included no one but themselves.
It had always been this way, and probably always would be. Everyone else accepted it, why shouldn't she? Even so, she wondered.
~ a melancholy bit written by Christina a month ago