Lucky.

 Have you ever thought about how amazing it is to be alive? I don't mean that in a cheesy, you only live once kind of way, or a judgmental kind of way. (Like those people when you complain about your bad day remind you someone has it worse than you. I get it. Doesn't mean mine didn't suck.)  But really, we are LUCKY. The universe is huge. Vast. Infinite. We don't even know the extent of the universe. There are 7 billion people in this world, and you are one of them. There are around 100,000 genes in the human genome, and yours came together just right to produce what we know as you. You wouldn't exist without your parents--both of them. Or their parents. Or grandparents. Or great grandparents. The stars had aligned just right for them to meet, and thank God for that! You are made up of millions of atoms. Which are made up of something even smaller, quarks. Your body functions 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. Your heart pumps blood throughout your body hundreds of times a day. Your brain is sending a mass amount of synapses to allow you to read this. You are perfect. You are designed in His image. You are a masterpiece. You are lucky. I don't mean for this to sound sappy, but you really are blessed. God wanted to give you a chance to live on this earth. The second greatest gift to you, other than Heaven. You are 1 in 7 billion. 1 in a 100,000 combinations. You were wonderfully and fearfully made. Never forget that life runs out. It's an hourglass super glued to the table, with the sand running through it faster than we know. All too soon we will just be footprints on the sands of time. You are lucky. You are an amazing creation. You are you-- the best you in the world, and the best you that ever will be.