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I found a new appreciation for every other human being in my life. I had a deep daydream about being endlessly rich, cars, clothes, houses, the whole nine. The only exception is you will never see another human being ever again. Not even a person serving your coffee. I assume this life would absolutely depression. Even if you are introvert, we live for others, whether we care to admit it or not. You write music, other people listen, you post a photo, others like it, you buy a new shirt, to show it off.  Recently I have been looking at others from a different perspective. Seeing the pure, childlike, part of everyone. That part of us that wants nothing more than to be loved, to be happy, to be at peace. We all want this, and we are all constantly doing everything we can to approach this pleasure and escape the pain that life can, unfortunately, plague us with. We all simply have our own ways of going about this. Some help others, some compete with others, some steal and others keep to themselves. People us