Strangers in the light

To say we are a unified nation would be wrong. Why is this? The answer is not simple. Look around, we are a country filled with people going in the same direction, yet we do not see one another. Never acknowledging the people on the train who travel to the city to perform mindless labor and receive a measly check for their services. We do not see those who share the same struggle, as we endure daily. You wake up every morning and trek to work, carrying your materials necessary for the day, to make money. We all do the same; day laborers, store clerks, secretaries, etc., all looking to make enough to get by, to feed their children, to buy something they can call their own. Why then do we not identify with the people we share so much in common with? Why do we not want to associate with the people who are struggling just like us? Is it race, status, culture, having higher standards, or is it just the American way; to be involved with oneself to the extent where one does not see the world, which has become a stranger passing by.