Happy accidents

There are so many times when I think back to something and just marvel at the coincidental sequence of events which made it happen.

How you think and act - your whole life - is a product of such occurrences.

For one, I would not have lived in Denmark for 3 months, obsessed about it, met people who now hold such an important place in my life, or indeed known anything about it, if it wasn't for a chance happening one day, an accidental bump in the street which started the entire thing. And now it's such a massive part of my life, a part of my definition of who I am.

I could have decided to take another route, or left 5 minutes earlier or later to get to my destination. It could have been another day. I could have watched where I was going and not bumped into anyone at all. However, no, this happened.

The sheer act of being born - what about the billions of other babies which could have been conceived by my parents instead? But I'm here, just one of the millions of different gametes continually released daily, weekly, monthly. And even then, for my parents, grandparents, et cetera, to exist, this exact same thing must have happened to create every single one of my ancestors, who would in turn create the next of kin for countless generations until we reach me. And you.

How do most people meet the person they then spend the rest of their lives with? A single day can change the course of our entire lives.

Now isn't that just something?

It's not destiny, fate, or the modus operandi of a higher power.

Why does humanity feel the need to create an explanation, exclaiming over the 'miracle of it all' - oh therefore a god must have done it! Well, no, if we weren't here, there would be other people in our place, who would undoubtedly also attribute their existence to the aforementioned higher power. The 'miracle' idea is illogical and completely redundant. Must there be a higher power involved? Why do we need this assurance? Are we so afraid of our discontinued relevance after death that we need to dream up some sort of afterlife for ourselves? Are we all so driven by mindless, arrogant hubris?

It's just coincidence. Nothing more.