An Improbable Probability
I recently came across an article that stated the chances of each of us existing are infinitely tiny. One in 400 trillion according to Dr. Ali Binazir who crunched the numbers based on such variables as the odds of your parents meeting considering that there are 7 billion people in the world, the chances of them having a child, and even the odds of your ancestors meeting. The conclusion is that the odds that each of us exists at all is basically zero.
And yet, here we are.
If you stop to think about the probability of life and our own existence, you’ll realize why every moment needs to be savored and treated like it could be your last. Life is precious because it is a miraculous gift.
I believe we are all put here for a purpose, and as long as we are alive, we have the opportunity to make the most of the life that was given to us. Our time here on earth is too short to fritter away precious moments on petty things and pointless personal differences, but this is easier said than done.
We too often have difficulties with enjoying what we have, too easily offended, too consumed by our own struggles, and too self-absorbed by whatever it is we are busy with at any given time to stop and be thankful for what is in front of and around us. We think this is just life, but in truth, it is only how we are choosing to live our life. And for many of us, it is not until some calamity or major strife occurs that we finally realize the true fragility and meaning of life.
Perhaps this is our human nature.
The fact of the matter remains that we’re here one moment then gone the next. If we spend that infinitesimal amount of time steeped in negative emotions or in the pursuit of happiness without meaning, we’ll never realize the miraculous gift of life that we’ve been given. The choice is for each of us to make.
Your parents gave you life. Only you can give it meaning.
(to be continued)