The numbers are crunched, arranged, and deconstructed. Computers churn out percentages, predictions. They have their place in this world, but they will never tell you your place. The numbers are numbers, but they don’t have all the data. They can’t calculate the unique, glowing being that is YOU.
The statistics don’t know that you dream about a pink picket fence and have clippings from magazines taped to your mirror as motivation.
The statistics don’t know