The Coincidence of Overthinking...
Overthinking is the bane that grips me and crushes my soul, ‘What-ifs?’ clouding my mind, Each scenario planned out with precision when I daydream, This poem is the proof of the same, I went, what-if if life is a wonderful coincidence, What-if it is all planned out in advance, And I am just unknowingly playing my part, Pulled by the strings of fate. Is life a wonderful coincidence? Or just a bunch of random events with no meaning whatsoever? Out of all the permutations and combinations, When the odds are 7.8 billion to 1, And in this entire existence of your human life, I think there might be a few people who actually know you, Despite the internet and including the people on the internet, Maybe even less if your introverted… What are the odds? 7.8 billion to 20. 780,00,00,000 to 20. If I say it is a coincidence, Then honestly it is too much of a coincidence, That you met a bunch of 20 random people out of 7.8 billion, Who may or may...