Today I walked into school, and as I stood in the crowded lobby, waiting for the mass doors to be open, I was seperated from my friends. This significant layer of space surrounded me and only me. Crowded hall and yet only I should have a atmosphere of space upon which no one stepped. I looked at the people around... so many faces, each one telling a tragic yet beautiful story of its own. Then I stared blankly at my reflection in one of the windows. I am just as tragic yet just as beautiful as well. I'm am alone, yet apart of everything. I am nowhere, yet everywhere possible. I don't know what it was I felt... joy, love, pain, hurt, utopia... but I felt my heart overflow. Tranquil yet contemplative in thought, I stood there until I was told to move along... Just observing, admiring, thinking..... All the questions that ever consumed my heart were answered. Where am I? Who am I? Who Cares for me?... None of it matters..... I am alive and that is the best thing ever. Happiness isn't just a word, it's a real thing.