SolitudeToday I saw the picture of innocence and happiness in a smiling young boy around 8 years old, arms linked with dad, traipsing happily down the street with nary a care in the world.
Contrast that with a stern faced business man dressed in a suit looking very serious as he walks down the same street moments later.
What makes adults jaded and callused? Disappointment? Responsibility? The cold, hard and mad world out there that spares none?
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