Crying

Once in a while I start thinking about things. I think about the people around me and how fast we grow. I think about how old Earth is. I wonder if doing any of what we do is important. We're just dust--stardust (as I once read somewhere). We return to the Earth eventually. 

I get so sad. I get sad for everyone living. I get sad for those who aren't. I get sad for those who haven't even started living. I start feeling that things aren't fair. Then, I tell myself to shut-up because it is what it is.

As I see it, we're here on this planet and we should do our best to make what we want something we have.