There are a lot of sad things in the world, but there's a highly overlooked one that makes me have this deep sunken sadness in my heart everytime I observe it from afar.
It's widowed or single old men.
It hurt me to work that three weeks at Subway when some sweet little old guys would come in, buy a sub, and then sit in the corner seat alone. And they would just sit there, looking out the window. And I can't help but wonder how long they have been alone for, and how if I were them I wish I had somebody to sit by and talk to. Little alone every other aspect of life.
That's why I cried so hard when Elder Richard G Scott talked about his long departed wife. It was truly a wonderful talk, him talking about marriage seemed to restore my faith in mankind once again. This joy is too precious to rush into it. And it reminded me why it is worth the heartbreak, the long waiting, and the constant self-improvement that makes that person I want to sit by and talk to at Subway when I'm old worth all the while.
Music: "Clair De Lune" - Debussy
Random Fact about Me: I've beaten a personal record today - I've seen three General Authorities in person