I think maybe bad things seem worse when people are alone. When they can turn that bad thought over and over in their head, polishing it like a stone, until it shines dark and black. Maybe the key to making things better is being with other people. Little by little, smiles and laughter and hugs...
A pebble thrown in a poolmay ripple from end to end,but tossed into the sea,it is swallowed by enormity.