One Apple A Day #1220
Against all odds
I love the internet because whatever question I have, no matter how weird it is, there's always someone who has an answer.
This morning I woke up grateful to be alive. I guess it's because it's my birthday, but I've learned to not give something like this for granted.
To be alive at my age is a kind of a miracle. I don't know the odds, but looking at the vastity of the universe, I'm pretty sure they are tiny.
So, I asked the internet, and guess what? Someone took the time to do the math.
Apparently, the probability of me existing is 1 in 10^2,685,000.
And that number doesn't even consider the odds of me staying alive for 48 years today.
In short, according to the numbers, I shouldn't be here.
But I am, against all odds.
Isn't that enough to be grateful?
Being alive is everything but ordinary.
It is extraordinary.
It is so unlikely that we would dismiss it as impossible in any other context. You would never participate in any contest or game with those odds.
Yet, here I am.
Here you are.
Isn't it worth celebrating?
Isn't it a reason to make the most out of it?