It's sad to see toddlers out on the street with their mothers. It's sad to see young children smiling at everything around them, with their tiny hands cuddled warm inside the very palms of their mothers. And it's even sad to see the looks on their mothers when they're staring down at their own flesh and blood. Sad to see that all of these looks won't last. Sad to see the mothers never know what their child would turn out to be when they're grown.

It's sad to see eight or nine-year olds on the buses with their friends. It's sad to see them chatting and laughing. It's sad to know they'd actually thought this friendship could last 'till the end. And it's equally sad to see them think their lives will remain like this forever; a cheerful bus ride home with their buds.

It's sad.

It's sad, like always, to see couples holding hands on the street. Sad to see them throwing sweet smiles at each other. Sad to see whispers that meant nothing to anyone else, squeezed into their ears. It's sad to see that they'd thought this would be forever. It's sad to see them, all of them, not knowing what they would be like years down the road. It's sad to see them holding on even though it's going to end.

It's always been this sad.

And it's forever sad to see each thought that past by my mind, rotting and decomposing away as I waste my time not putting them to sleep on the paper. It's sad to see flowers bloom, when they're about to whither. It's sad to see new born babies in the hospital, when they're going to go back where they came from. It's sad to see us working; eating; and doing what we've always been doing, and thinking we're getting somewhere.

And truth is, those were just activities people made up to let them pass the time while waiting to reach the end of the tunnel.

It's sad to see changes.