Perception

If I took all my angers and hurts, every single life issue, trials and tribulations, all of my celebrations and happiest moments of my entire existence, and handed them to someone else, they wouldn't mean even half as much as they mean to me. They might not mean anything at all. Not because they don't care, but because it isn't theirs. They simply don't know.

Isn't that wild? I can't even wrap my head around it.