“we are told that we are made of stardust. that we are nothing but a million mistakes all happening in perfect time, just to let us exist. we are created from broken dreams supernovas first breaths and last steps. and it’s such a small chance, unthinkably small, that you’d be sitting where you are now- reading this, contemplating existence, and yet you are. there were ten trillion mistakes that led up to this very moment. you are not one of those mistakes. your very existence is far rarer than winning the lottery, getting mauled by a bear, and getting swept away by a tornado all in the same day. you are rare, exquisite, made up of stardust and impossible connections. let that be a reminder to the profound meaning of your ever growing life.”
— i think we forget what we come from. |(morsus engel)| (via actuates)
