In the moment that I'm writing this, there are around 7,260,608,270 people on our planet. That number is constantly changing every single second. Approximately 353,000 babies are born each day around the world. That's approximately 7.3 billion different personalities, dreams, and lifestyles contained on an earth with a radius of 3,959 miles.
I believe in coincidence, as opposed to fate. Fate seems too romantic - kind of like miracles. A sick child getting better isn't a miracle, it's medicine. Coincidence makes sense. It's chance that I met you in a bar and you happen to live in a city that I'm moving to. It's ironic I that went into college as a biochemistry major and graduated with a degree in communication. Things happen as they happen, but not because they are "supposed" to happen that way. I believe things just happen because coincidence says "I think this will be fun."
Well, I used to believe that.
My world growing up in Charleston, West Virginia was pretty average. It's the most miserable city in America and known by some for incest and not recognized as a state by others. (Richmond is not in West Virginia). I had friends who I rode bikes with, I played on the soccer team in high school, and like your average adolescent, I couldn't wait to get the hell out of my hometown the day I got my diploma. I'd like to believe that the events that occurred after my high school graduation were purely chance - the people I met, the places I went, the things I experienced - but it's getting harder and harder to believe that. There must have been a reason. There must have been a purpose.
It would take a spontaneous trip across the globe to come to this realization, but I'm getting ahead of myself.
I attended a medium-sized, southern university in Charleston, South Carolina in hopes of finding the greener grass. Four years later, I am here to say... the grass is brown everywhere. College was exhilerating. I experienced life in a fresh way that even I can barely put into comprehensible sentences. But when you're looking for one pot of gold and you find a thousand pots of silver, it still doesn't seem good enough. I had a deeper longing for the greener grass, where my life would just come together and my dreams and goals would appear in front of me and slap me in the face for not realizing what they were long before that moment.
In search of this epiphany, I found myself boarding a flight at LAX en route to Sydney, Australia. It had been roughly seven hours since I crossed the Cistern and graduated from college but I couldn't wait any longer. I had to know what was out there, to find the greener grass. I had to let coincidence play it's game with me.
There are roughly 7.3 billion people in this world and you'll meet about 0.00000000137% of them in your lifetime. The odds that I would meet Amelia Radel on Flight 3814 with service to Sydney, Australia were one in a million. And that, changed my belief about fate.
If you read this, congratulations - you just read the pitch for my novel. If you have any comments, feedback, or questions - I'd love to chat with you!