We owe nothing. You do not owe anything to anyone. You are not responsible for other people's decisions. It is hard to be an empathetic guide without carrying the weight of others in your circle. You are not alone even if you feel like you are 10 feet under. "What have I become, my sweetest friend? Everyone leaves in the end." 

The trees and I have talked the day away, how else would they talk back other than snagging my key on a loose wall of dirt and twigs. My lanyard is camouflage and the key is black of course.  A branch leans out after back-tracking and reaching the top of the wall with my key hanging from it as to laugh at me like it was a friendly game between me and the forest.

The restrooms are locked, everyone is wearing a mask, is there fresh, clean air anywhere? Take a walk around in everyone else's shoes. What do you see?