People go through unspeakable horrors every day. It’s not like broken hearts make a difference. The universe is uncaring that way.
And it wouldn’t do to expect a reward. Not for getting out of bed, and certainly not for fulfilling social obligations. It would be wonderful if we get compensated for every tear, but life’s a bit unfair anyway. The world goes on, even as hearts ache.
So this is us, trying to make sense of the injustice of it all. And this is us not getting any answers, as hearts hurt a bit more. The millions tasks we do to fill the hours, may just be us, fearing the questions that actually have answers.