Insanity

"Albert Einstein said once that sanity was repeating the same thing over and over and expecting different results," said Alex. He looked up at me with a look in his eyes that showed me an innocent boy who had everything ripped away from him.

"So?" I asked. I didn't understand where he was going with that.

"So by that definition we're all insane. We're all lunatics who have convinced ourselves that we're perfectly fine."

We sat in uncomfortable silence for a few moments while I thought of something to say, and he just played with the brace on his wrist.

"Maybe so." I said, just to fill the empty space.

He looked down at the ground and said, "Then I'm not crazy like everyone thinks. In fact, I am the only sane person I know." He looked deep into my eyes. "Why don't they all realize that?"

My heart sank, and I felt as if nothing I said would help. But I had to say something. "I don't know," I said.

He lightly chuckled and looked back at the ground. "Neither do it..."