I wonder why he created me this exact way. From my smile to my eyes, from my length to my hands. From my thoughts to the clothes I wear. Why exactly this certain way? Why was so much sadness put into me? Or so much love given that I can share with the whole world and still have some left. Or as something simple as why junk gives me a heartache? Why loud noise give me a headache? Why I was born in a certain city? Grew up with those certain people? I’m just a little drop in the ocean. Just another soul in this world carrying a body. One little story. Just a little piece of puzzle. Ever imagine? How much he took of his time to create us? How long it took him to write our story?