There are 7.3 billion people in the world. Meaning that we are just a little tiny speck in the universe compared to it's infinite size. So what are the odds of finding love? What are the odds of finding true happiness? So what are the odds of good things happening to every one? Why do we continue to live knowing that we are all nobodies and we won't get to see all these things before we die?
    These were all the things I thought and told myself before I he came into my life and changed me... maybe for the better