Not exactly a story, but rather an essay that I wrote for a friend. A sisterlike friend, who wasn't doing too well at the time. I think everyone could stand to read this though. Ten thousandThere are 7 billion people on earth. More, actually. Out of those 7 billion, you will only ever meet about 10,000. That is only around 0.0001% of all living people. Ten thousand is really that small, but it’s still a lot to one person.
You’ve already met some of your ten thousand. Fallen in love, in hatred, in friendship, in family, with them. Some were handed to you, some you had to seek out, but you found them in the end, just like the Universe knew you would. It’s inevitable really. But just as everyone you’ve ever met will forever be in your ten thousand, you will be one of ten thousand for just as many people. You’re incredibly important, then, to a whole lot of people. I’m sure you have your favourites. Your best friend, your lover, a family member. Don’t worry, it’s natural. Why do you keep them around? There are plenty of other people you will meet. Plenty of other opportunities to find someone better. While you’ll meet ten thousand people you’ll only ever be close with about 100 at one time, so why do you choose the ones you choose? You don’t need these favourites to survive. So I’ll tell you why you keep them around. It’s because a part of you can’t let them go. A part of you believes there is something inescapably redeeming and good about your favourites. The people you love. You can’t tell me I’m wrong, because it happens to all of us. We all are infatuated with a lucky few. So then, why do others keep you around? There are plenty of others in their ten thousand, plenty of opportunities to meet more. Why do your friends care? It’s obvious. Simple, really. Just as you love and respect your favourites, so your friends do to you. If they truly didn’t love you, didn’t find you entertaining and kind and lovely, why would they stay around? Sure, the pressure to not stir up drama would keep them there for a while, but that would fade soon enough. Everyone you are close to finds you to be an asset to their lives. Even if they never say it, they believe it. You cross their minds every week, every day, maybe. Sometimes, for those special few, every hour. So it is impossible for you to be insignificant. There is at least one person in your ten thousand who loves you unconditionally, at least as close to it as is humanly possible. There is at least one person in your ten thousand who would die for you and would do anything for you. Even when things get impossibly difficult, and everything is falling apart, your ten-thousand-in-progress will always stay the same, and your favourites, the ones who really matter, will always be there to pick up the pieces and clean up the mess and love you and hug you and fix it all. They can’t help but rescue you when you need rescuing. And in return, you need not do anything. Of course, when their worlds come crashing down, you will be there to clean everything up and put them back together and tell them they’re alright, but you’d do that anyway. You can’t help it. All you need to do is take life one step at a time and live with your ten thousand and meet more but keep your past and current loved ones close. After all of this blows over, you will still have at least someone. Maybe even I am that someone. Maybe you’re my someone. But we all have one. And they will be with you forever.
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