I cannot convey how much of a coincidence you are, to be alive.
One mere second, or millisecond, could have meant you were never conceived. Never alive.
Maybe it's a coincidence you are alive, maybe it's meant to be that way, maybe it's fate.
Existence seems built on these small coincidences that happen under our very noses.
What was the chance you had even met your best friend? What was the chance that everything in your life is the way it is right now? The odds seem little to none.
But if existence is built on these then what are coincidences built on themselves?
Sometimes the coincidences seem to good to be true, what if they were?
What if existence was not real, what if we were dreaming our reality up? It seems like it sometimes. Things science cannot explain seem dream like, after all when do dreams make total sense? When does existence make total sense?
We are here, alive, breathing when others did not make it as far, is there a reason?
We live day in day out, in what people say is the present but everything is in the past. We will never live in the present, existence will always be one step ahead of us, stripping us of milliseconds that make the difference between past and present.
That's the difference between existence and us. It experiences the present, we only experience the past. It made us, holds us without our say but without it we would be dead.
Perhaps existence let's people go sometimes, and that's why they die, I don't know, I doubt anyone would. Existence is too big a conundrum for the human brain to even fathom, so we just speculate and live in the uncertainty of life and death.