I think people tend to see the bigger point, which is maybe not fitting in and feeling like you didn't have the childhood that you expected you would have, or that you felt lonely or struggled with drugs and alcohol or just that you were able to achieve your dreams.

No matter your spiritual beliefs, if you hold any, the answer is the same: sometimes, why is not knowable. If you open the refrigerator door and a tub of Kozy Shack tapioca pudding tumbles out and splats open onto the floor, you clean it. You don’t stand there and question why it happened, how it was possible. Why doesn’t matter now.

I don't believe in the concept of a soul mate. Because we are all unique, but we're also simply too similar.

Other people sound flat to my ear; their words just hang in the air. But when my mother says something, the ends curl.

Part of me believes that love is more valuable when you have to work for it.

Love is a helium-based emotion; Love always takes the high road.

Just as I had long suspected, a person didn't really need math for anything anyway. Maybe some people did. Some limited people.