We are strung along through space and time by forces so infinitesimally small and yet so gargantuan on a collective scale, it's almost as though we can never be exactly sure of where we stand on the cosmic rug. All of our lives, we are pushed and pulled against our better judgement like marionettes along an ever flexible track, drawn to things larger than us much like planets are drawn to the stars; bodies of being floating around a grander existence. As our universe expands at an ever constant rate, we sit puzzled by how it somehow creates itself despite the laws of physics claiming that it can only be recycled. Perpetual motion machines are impossible as well, and yet we rotate around the sun without ever sinking into it. Life itself revolves like a spinning door in space as it moves around the axle of impossibility and the nature of existence itself.
Thus, don't ever let unbreakable odds keep you from achieving the impossible, even the universe makes its own exceptions.