Chances are that we’re in a completely different place in the world. Chances are that I’m in a city that is nothing like yours, or maybe it’s eerily similar to it. I can’t pretend to begin to know the lives of the people whose eyes are passing by these very words that I have typed. Even if I attempted to predict it, I probably end up being wrong over a thousand times. Or maybe, if you looked a bit closer, my story is a lot more similar to yours than you could ever imagine.

Maybe you’re just as lost I am; Attempting to find your way and your place in this crazy world of ours while constantly hitting dead ends and having to start all over again. Maybe you’re struggling as much as I am; Trying to shoulder an agonizing weight of problems while wearing a mask of a smile to pretend that everything is okay. Maybe you feel frustrated; Feeling like you’re alone in this war against the demons that hauntingly visit you when a blanket of darkness rests upon your city.

Chances are that you’re in a world nothing like mine. Chances are that you have taken paths that I will never take or have never taken. And chances are that the distance between us is too great for us to ever cross paths other than this one time when you read the words that I have written. But just maybe, our world is a lot more alike than you think; maybe my story is a lot like yours …