Cal's Adventure Zone

So on we worked, and waited for the light, And went without the meat, and cursed the bread; And Richard Cory, one calm summer night, Went home and put a bullet through his head.

Excerpted from: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44982/richard-cory

When I read this poem, it made me feel sad. I think it’s because I could not imagine what it is like inside his head. It must’ve been so agonising. I like the poem though because I think it resonates a lot about what is currently going on right now: Everyone looks happy in their social media and because of that, we compare ourself to them. We envy their lives and wish to live like them but in reality, who knows what is going on inside their minds, what if they aren’t as happy as we thought they are?