Back when I was with my parents, my father used to tell us this philosophy of his that when he's not feeling well, nothing's feeling well. What he meant was that the only thing that matters to a person during emotional moments is his own feelings. Like if you are sick and not feeling good at all, you will not care about what good is going on with people around you. No one will. Because everyone lives in a world that rotates from their own individual axis.

Accordingly, if I am happy, in love and feeling like flying in the sky, the whole world at that moment seems happy to me, singing with me in joy. But, if I am sorrowed, nothing feels good, nothing at all. You don't even feel like saying a word or listening to anyone. That's what happening to me right now.