I thought that my day was horrible. I thought that sitting in a dark corner and shedding my tears in private was lonely and horrible. Then I thought of the trials and tribulations facing my friends, my community, my country. I felt very small indeed. I still do. Life is a continuous cycle, and no matter how many band-aids we stick on bleeding hearts and tortured minds, they are never enough. Words cannot necesarily heal anything. Only the comforting silence of unity does anything. But it never cures it. Never stops it. All the unity does is remind us that we are not alone, that our troubles aren't the worst we could yet face. What then, is the root of our problems? Societies pains and sufferings? Selfishness. Denying others a simple smile, or a chance to mend. One rough word hurts someone, who in turn hurts someone else. It is a vicious cycle, one that bites back after back. Men who had fickle parents abuse their daughters and jeopordize the futures of their sons. Let's look at this example. The daughter becomes the nicest person known. Kind, caring and willing to go the last mile, because she wants to see no one suffering. The son hurts the daughter by throwing away his future on a whim of today and a faint promise of tommorow. Then you get people who are self-centered. Unlike selfish people, they never involve themselves with any others, except their own kind. They wallow in self-pity, but fail to give sympathy where it is needed. In this we find the essence of pain. The denial of understanding. A house divided cannot stand. A people that aren't united will crumble into the fires of pain and dispair.