It's hard to be sad when you're being useful.
Everyone has their own path. The choices they've made. How any two people end up in the same place at the same time is a mystery. You get on an elevator with a dozen strangers. You ride a bus, wait in line for the bathroom. It happens every day. To try to predict the places we'll go and the people we'll meet would be pointless.
Everyone is from someplace. We all have stories, our lives unfolding along crooked lines, colliding in unexpected ways.
Life is a series of decisions and reactions. It is the things you do and the things that are done to you. And then it's over.
There are things in this world that no human being should be able to endure. We should die of heartbreak, but we do not. Instead, we are forced to survive, to bear witness.
In the absence of facts.... we tell ourselves stories.