I find it sad how people want so many things, and deserve a good lot of them, but often don't get much of it in the end.
I find it sad how despite best efforts, sometimes you can't help when someone falls and when you end up falling as accidental debris.
I find it sad how words carry so little weight, and how, these days, actions are starting to feel just as trivial.
I find it sad how broadly defined "love" is: just because you love someone or have a lot of love to give doesn't mean you treat them right or doesn't mean you get love in return.
I find it sad that the world simultaneouly thrives and declines around comparing your situation to someone else's often leaving the former feeling like what you have is not good enough.
I find all these things sad in a sobering this-is-reality way, not in a tragic end-of-the-fucking-world way.
"I'm afraid so. You're entirely bonkers. But I'll tell you a secret. All the best people are."