An existential Monday

Even though many of my posts aren't the happiest - sometimes bordering on depression - I'm not a sad person (maybe I'm in denial?).On the contrary, I'm optimistic and I certainly feel lucky to be alive.

What are the odds of all my great grand parents meeting as they met, conceiving my grandparents and they in turn, my parents? What are the odds I was conceived when I was? Mathematically, impossible. I shouldn't be here, neither should you. But we are.

Our existence could either have a deeper meaning than we realise, or it could have none at all. I chose the former.

What do you believe?

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