We live the happy life.
When things are good. Sorrow is more of an idea than a reality we can remember.
We live the serious life.
When the world is full of reality, not ideas or mere memories.
We live the single life.
When it’s just you and your thoughts and your judgements and grace.
We live the public life.
When it’s everyone and all of their ideas and their opinions and peace.
We live different lives.
Like having different sets of eyes.
All at the same time.
