sometimes when im just seated stationary among a crowd of people, i wonder what each person is thinking… what their life and problems might be, or what drives them to wake up every morning and why they do what they do. I wonder if they are in the point where they are exactly where they want to be or if they’ve given up on their dreams and aspirations – or if theyve even thought about it lately. I wonder if they’ve got their heart broken and when and why, or if theyve been betrayed, or if they betrayed anyone. Or if they’ve been battered or abused or did the abusing. I wonder if theyre happy. And i feel better because probably like them, im thinking, how the hell do i get it right.