Last Friday I decided to have my hair cut.
It was a chilly and sunny November's afternoon, so I decided to walk to the barbershop.
While I was walking home, I was listening to some music, and my mind was wandering on its own. Maybe it was the cold breeze on the shaved back of my head, but a thought hit me like a punch, and I had to stop for a moment.
I am alive.
What are the odds?
Of all the infinite possible directions that this universe could have gone, everything aligned so I could be alive today.
Isn't that crazy?
I felt grateful.
But I also felt the weight of the responsibility.
What am I doing with this gift? How do I make it meaningful?
I'm still exploring these questions, but in the meanwhile, I found out that Dr Ali Binazir has calculated the odds of me, or you, existing right here, right now.