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Feb 2015
We are all here by chance. I do not mean the human race, but us. My specific self is lucky to be here. Your specific traits are so specific that the flap of a birds wing 30 generations ago could have disrupted your loooooong away ancestor and made him walk past his supposed to be wife. All the coincidences, aligned stars, works of fate, and divine intervention in the history of the universe all converged in making you who you are at your birth. Me writing this and you reading it may make you 2 minutes late to a date with your future spouse, yet at the same time you may have opened opportunity for your true soulmate. The world is a wonderful, hectic, amazing, chaotic, and beautiful mess. And that is hard to wrap my head around.
Written by
the blonde poet  minnesota
(minnesota)   
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