[12:17 AM / Sunday / February 10, 2019.]
I used to wonder sometimes, ‘why me?’ ‘Why did all these things have to happen to me?’ Then I realized how selfish that was. If it didn’t happen to me, maybe it would’ve happened to someone else, someone I don’t even know. Maybe someone else wouldn’t be as patient as me. Maybe someone else wouldn’t take their pain and learn to exchange it for growth. Maybe someone else wouldn’t be an optimist and believe it gets better. Maybe someone else wouldn’t keep going. And since I’m here, alive, healthy and breathing, I guess it was meant to be for me. I don’t know how the universe works but maybe I was meant to save someone else. And even if I didn’t save anyone, I saved my stories, and that’s awesome too.