Why is it that we don’t have a hard time telling our friends and family when something good happens to us, yet when we feel like our world is slowly crashing down we tend to keep it bottled up?

We tend to act nicer to those who seems to have reached their absolute limit, but have we ever wondered how long they’ve been fighting their battle?

We sit there and cry and miss those who left so soon, but we also seem to always be busy to hear them out when they silently cried for help. We have the power to make a difference so why not actually act upon it.