Once I was nothing but a painful longing in a vast dark cold nothingness. Like a life yet unborn in a womb. Now I am,.. But am I better for the being?
Fragile little me residing in a vast Universe on this place called Earth... Just one in millions... Somehow my soul has accrued matter, and I am,...  But do I really matter to anyone or anything?
Can we really make a difference? Does it matter?
When I look up at a star in the Night Sky, Scientists say I'm made of the same stuff... How can that be? If that is so is the Star in the Night Sky looking right back at 'Fragile Little Me?".
Will I come back again if my time runs out before my task is done that the Universe has secretly assigned to me?? I wish the Universe could help more with this task to make the world a better place and help me find more love along the way...
Just one in millions? Why do I feel so much? Does our pain keep the world going round? I have no answers... In the end my life is but a prayer...And most of it right now is only heard by me...