183,336

183,336... That is roughly the number of hours that I have been alive.

Today, during one hour of my life, I met a girl who to me, seemed fantastic. I felt a strong connection. I still feel it. She's been on my mind all day. However the chances of myself seeing this girl again in my life is slim.

So with this in mind, how can I possibly believe that there is somebody out there that is "the one?" I'm not sure if this revalation soothes or irritates me. I think people just get lucky. Or in the case of the majority.. unlucky.

It's popular belief in our society that there is a divine system installed and that things happen for a reason. I have never been able to understand this. How can this be true if others' existence can be created or destroyed merely by my decision on which highway to take. Every move we have ever made is a variable.