i love reflections

in omnia paratus

i enjoy this for some odd reason

I just wanna feel real. Wanted. Loved. Special. The last time I felt remotely close to anyone was…probably in seventh grade. When my dog was dying. Isn’t that pathetic? No, not that I felt close to a dog. That will never be pathetic. But, the fact that it took her death for me to truly feel like we were thrown together in this chaotic world for a reason. That’s just not how I want it to be for other people. I don’t want to have some drastic life-altering event have to occur to realize how much we need each other. Who is ‘we’? I don’t know, but I’m pretty sure I’ll find someone. I wouldn’t even call that optimism, because it’s really inevitable. It’s what’s meant to happen. Everyone’s paths, everyone’s experiences and choices—they all converge, I believe. Alright, so let’s recall high school calculus. The limit approaches infinity? Well, I think it’s like that with people. We all approach that infinite point where we know everyone and we are connected to everyone. Not literally everyone on the planet, but everyone we were meant to know and cherish. I wholeheartedly believe that. Everything works out in the end.