It wasn’t natural for happiness to arrive so suddenly.
When misfortune visits those who once walked alongside us, we do tend to feel relief, almost as if we believe we have ourselves been spared, and as we come to convince ourselves that they are suffering in our stead, we feel for these wretched creatures. We feel merciful.
What do they live for? What do they find in life? What logic compels them to keep breathing? What philosophy drives them, as they wander the earth?
The more I needed my friends, the more I longed to run away.