People are born into this world innocent, ignorant. Unaware of what lies before them. The weight they will have to carry as they grow up. The mistakes they make throughout their lifetime, always there. Coming back now and again to remind them of the terrible things they've done growing up. Lies. Broken promises. Lost friends. Deceit. Betrayal. People learn the hard way that they'll rarely ever truly be happy because of the mistakes they have made, no matter how small. These mistakes will stay with them for the rest of their life, never allowing them to have peace. It is for this reason that people start to wear a mask of sorts to fit in. To belong. To seem strong. One mask for joy, another for sympathy, etc. At first people only occasionally wear these masks. A bad day at work. They fought with a friend. An argument with a family member. But the masks get harder and harder to take off. The mask starts to replace you, and what's left is just an empty shell just going through the motions of daily tasks. There is still hope for these sorts of people, though. A family member. A friend. A pet. Someone, or something, in this world that is able to remind them that there is still good in this world. Something able to make them, if only briefly, feel happy again. Only then are they able to take the mask off that they've grown so used to wearing, and reveal who they really are. Someone who wants to belong.