The universe is the biggest thing in existence. There is nothing past it, it is the single grouping of everything. Hence the name UNIverse. But us humans, that not good enough for us. Oh no of course not. Us humans that are made of the same particles all across the universe decided that we are the centers of our own, self proclaimed universes. In reality we are simply bits of universe with feelings, rotating on universe crumbs, revolving around one of the universes many ***** of flaming gas, all spinning in a swirl of star dust, and all that expanding towards but never reaching the outreaches of the ever growing universe. We are truly dust in the wind, simply with love in our hearts.

Can I marry a fictional character?
Why don't we just have wings?
What language do dogs speak?
What if I'm the only human on earth and everyone else are aliens playing trick on me.
What if I had clothes made of mirrors, could I see myself in a mirror?(other than the literal fact that I'm actually IN a mirror)

I'm tired of being so tired

I know more than you think

There are 7 billion, 290 million people in this world and I want to believe I matter.
I know its a lie but prefer it to the alternative.
There are millions of student athletes and I want to believe I will go pro.
There are hundreds of millions of writers and I want to believe I will be the next Dickinson.
There are some 3 billion men in the world and I want to believe I'm going to be HER one and only love.
There are 7 billion, 290 million and 1 thousand people in this planet and I have the audacity to think I matter.

When I say I love you,
Please believe that it's true.
When I say forever,
Know I'll never leave you.
When I say goodybe,
Promise you won't cry.
Because the day I say that,
will be the day that I die

We are all here by chance. I do not mean the human race, but us. My specific self is lucky to be here. Your specific traits are so specific that the flap of a birds wing 30 generations ago could have disrupted your loooooong away ancestor and made him walk past his supposed to be wife. All the coincidences, aligned stars, works of fate, and divine intervention in the history of the universe all converged in making you who you are at your birth. Me writing this and you reading it may make you 2 minutes late to a date with your future spouse, yet at the same time you may have opened opportunity for your true soulmate. The world is a wonderful, hectic, amazing, chaotic, and beautiful mess. And that is hard to wrap my head around.