Have you ever thought of how unlikely it is for each of us to be alive? What are the odds that we'd be here, uniquely in this moment in time?
One of my favorite books is A Short History of Nearly Everything, by Bill Bryson. This passage always inspires me.
“Consider the fact that for 3.8 billion years, a period of time older than the Earth's mountains and rivers and oceans, every one of your forebears on both sides has been attractive enough to find a mate, healthy enough to reproduce, and sufficiently blessed by fate and circumstances to live long enough to do so. Not one of your pertinent ancestors was squashed, devoured, drowned, starved, stranded, stuck fast, untimely wounded, or otherwise deflected from its life's quest of delivering a tiny charge of genetic material to the right partner at the right moment in order to perpetuate the only possible sequence of hereditary combinations that could result -- eventually, astoundingly, and all too briefly -- in you.”
So, here we are (shuffles awkwardly). Wanna go get some margaritas?