I have come to the realization that I am alone in the universe. And I am only a small, insignificant part of that universe. And that no matter what I go through, someone somewhere at some time has probably gone through it before. Possibly even in the same order. The difference is not what has happened both to me or because of me. The difference is how I see it, how I react to it, how it affects me. The important thing is not that my life is so different from everyone else's. But that I am the one who has to live it, and no one else is quite exactly like me.
Laters