Me, Myself, and I
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Last published Thu, Jun 15, 2017
As of the 16th of June 2017, there are 7.5 billion people in the world. Large number, isn't it? It can often make you think that the life you live, the problems you face, the emotions you face, are trivial. They don't matter. Why are you making a big deal of it? But the truth is, yes, there are several billion people in this world, but you're one of them. And whatever you feel, it matters. It matters to you. Maybe in the grand scheme of things, it doesn't matter. But it matters to you, and that's all that should matter.
These are the feelings I felt. These are the experiences I had. This is the story of me, myself, and I.
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