What if...
Everyday when I wake up I think about the choices I will make ahead.
By turning on my light will I make someone else uncomfortable.
I work a job that could have belonged to someone else.
I see news about children that could have lived.
I walk down the street and I see someone who could have been better off.
I see myself in a mirror instead of anyone who could have been there.
Staticians say there are a range of nearly infinite choices in nearly every event.
And that the odds of a single event occuring is so unlikely it is classified as impossible.
Yet I stand here when it is nearly impossible for me to stand right where I am.
You there reading what would be almost impossible to find randomly.
Everyday I smile and I say it is impossible for me to stand here so let me see what else is possible.
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