Why Me?

Eighteen years eleven months ago, an amazing woman brought me into this world. I assume, it was a very peculiar yet extraordinary moment for my parents since I am their first born. Have you ever gotten a really strange question in your own head like "why me?" or "why am I in this body and was born in this particular family?" Those questions consume my mind to the point where I crave answers and elucidations to fulfill my thirst of curiosity. This world is full of over-thinkers, and I'm not proud to say that I'm one of them. In fact, I am many things but simple, and if I have to describe my life in one word, I'd choose perplexing. 

Don't get me wrong, I am ecstatic to have a family that supports me in any circumstances. They lift me up and are dying to see success and happiness in the back of my hands. I can't thank them enough for what they have done for me since I was born. The question "why me?" slides through my world of delusion because this mind doesn't allow me to conceive my own way of thinking.

Are you an over-thinker? Have you ever thought of the same questions I have been asking myself? What are the feelings when you know that you can't find the definite answers to your questions?

LOVE,