Maybe if every day life was like a musical, we’d find a way to sing all our troubles away. We’d dance to joke, and still smile while singing sad songs.

But this is a dream, and when I’m walking downtown we all remain silent inside our personal hell. One by one, the shadows morph as one to create a bigger picture.

We don’t sing together, nor do we smile through sad songs.

We are all unified with our personal destiny, to be called ours in this tiny world; that is how we are human.