There are no holidays without the people.
Come to think of it, there is no world without the people.
Not just the people you love;
although that's the best one,
But the people you see
The people just filling up those otherwise empty air pockets around you,
and even the people you hate but you've adjusted to disliking regularily.
It's all about regularity:
There is no such thing if there are no people.
If there are no people, there are no people to see you or what you've done
And life becomes redundant.
So just stop, take a look around you and breathe in the people, whether you know them, love them, talk to them or not.
Just ackno