At a certain point in many people's lives, they come to a moment where they ask themselves, why me?
Why did this tragedy happen to me? Why does everything always go wrong for me? Why do some people make millions a day while I barely make 50? Why me?
I wasn't even sure if there was a clear answer to this, but I still found myself asking the same question to the rotating hexagonal prism
After getting over the bombshell that my little life actually held much more importance than I initially imagined, I found this question swimming at the forefront of my mind
"Why me?"
