How Lucky We Are.

So lately, I've been reading a lot of books that seem to lay out the simplest ideas of everyday life. I've come to realize that I over analyze everything. Every little detail. Every word. Every thought. Its all convoluted in my wee little brain, where I begin the process of analyzation! With that being said I've come to realize this: We are going to die, and that, my friends actually makes us the lucky ones. The rest of the souls I speak of are never going to die because they are never going to be born. The potential people who could have been here in my place but who will in fact never see the light of day outnumber the sand grains of Arabia. Certainly those unborn ghosts include greater poets than Keats, as well as scientists greater than Newton. We know this because the set of possible people allowed by our DNA so massively exceeds the set of actual people. In the teeth of these stupefying odds it is you and I, in our ordinariness, that are here. And WE are the lucky ones. Be thankful children!