I wonder if everyone is alone in the world.. if happiness is an illusion meant to attract us, to do things you would not do otherwise. I wonder if money matters.. but of course it does. I can say it because I have it, not enough obviously. When does it start being enough? I wonder when do we decide, this is it? I'm happy. I wonder if the emptiness inside ever goes away. Is that why people have created the concept of love? What is love anyway? Who gets to decide? What if it means different for you than your partner? What then? How can you say it's love? My mind wanders.. there's so much to say. Who is there to listen?