I'm an ant. Please don't step on me.
There are about 6,602,224,175 people in the world as of July 07.
Out of those 6 trillion people how are we expected to find that one individual that completes us?
And on top of that at the right time.
Sometimes it feels like we all just settle because we're sick of searching. Not that the person we settled for is bad its just not everything it could be.
But how absurd is this whole true love thing! I when what if my soul mate is like in some obscure African tribe that has never heard of the United States? Then that just means I'm fucked!
I worry that I'm either being to picky and I need to just settle with what I have or that I'm not being picky enough and I'm going to miss the love of my life.
Its ridiculously challenging.
I believe he's out there. Somewhere. I just don't know if I'll ever find him and that uncertainty is incredibly unsettling.
Sigh.... life.