I sit and cry and cry. My tears roll silently off my cheeks and are lost. They are nothing more than an insignificant amount of liquid. I cry and pity myself as I walk down the beach. My tears cease as soon as I see the ocean. I may be upset, but somewhere else in the world someone is in worse circumstances and is crying too. I realise then that my tears are just drops in an endless ocean.The ocean is what physically connects the people of the world, but our emotions and the ability to feel and face pain connects us mentally. Together our tears make an ocean. We should not pity ourselves, we are just a part of the equation. Water can not be made with just hydrogen. You need oxygen.