Someone young (relatively) died.
Feel awkward. Like the handmade soap that does not tolerate rains.
And yet, your heart mourns a bit. Not just because you are confronted with your own morality (that too), but more so because you see such a meaningless to this dance around us.
And when I see someone talk about "ripped jeans" today. It really feels absurd. Politics, morality, and free will aside.
This is how we are as a society. We focus on the process. Not happiness. We focus on "my way". Not happiness.
This is how we are in our homes. We focus on the process. Not happiness. We focus on "my way". Not happiness.
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