Somewhere, Someone

I've always believed in this crazy notion since I was a child that somewhere in the world was someone doing anything I could think of. I used to come up with the craziest ideas, and tell myself with how many people there are in the world, it was bound to be true. I think it started out as an innocent daydream, "I bet there is someone out there that gets to swim all day like a mermaid and then snuggle with ten puppies at night," and then (as most things with myself do) just snowballed from there... 

It would always be the most outrageous, ridiculous ideas that probably nobody in the world was doing. 

But, I believed that somewhere, someone in the world was bound to make it happen. Too many people existed for it not to. The chances were just too high, it was inevitable. 

I brought this idea into adulthood. 

Both in the outlandish way of daydreaming about absurd things that someone, somewhere is doing, and also, on the more reasonable side, just believing that somewhere, someone is feeling the same way I am.

This crazy idea is one of the main reasons I write; one of the things that pushes me to share my life; my lessons. You know, it's not always easy to push a pencil to your heartbreak. To share your blonde moments. To toss your dreams to the wind and see what happens. 

I write because I still believe in this outlandish idea that somewhere, someone needs to know there is someone, somewhere going through the same thing. The same hurt. The same happiness. The same insecurities. All stemmed from a million different things, but in the end, the feeling is the same.

So to the one reading this, you're not alone.

You never were and you never will be. 

The chances are too high. 

The odds are too low. 

You're one in seven point three billion, but you are certainly not alone. 

Somewhere, someone is feeling the exact same way you are right now.