As of today, the estimated population of the world is 6,798,900,000 people. Just looking at the number amazes me, and I find myself wondering how many people in the world are doing the exact same thing I’m doing right now. I find myself wondering how many people out there are thinking about the same things as me.
How many of them are worried about someone?
How many of them are fighting temptations beyond their control?
How many of them are thinking about doing something they know they shouldn’t do?
How many of them are weighing the power of a lie against the power of the truth?
How many are feeling let down by someone?
How many are feeling like they let someone down?
How many of them just want to punch something, even though they know it won’t make anything better?
How many of them are excited about future possibilities?
How many of them want something, or someone, that they know is off limits?
How many of them are fighting with their pride?
How many of them are on the verge of laughter, and on the verge of tears, simultaneously?
How many of them are afraid, and sad, and happy, and excited, and apprehensive, and embarrassed, and tempted, and free, and ready all at once?
Today, I am a seesaw of emotion, my balance keeps shifting, from one side to the other, and then back again. I can’t seem to find my center. How many other people out there are going through the same things as I am at this moment. Is it possible that someone else is experiencing this sense of imbalance in the same way that I am at this instant?
There are approximately six billion, seven hundred and ninety eight million, nine hundred thousand people in the world, could I really be the only one?
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