ENJOY THE PASSAGE OF TIME

Two hundred million swimmers in a single race, only one reached the light and that was you. One in two hundred million. And that’s just the beginning. If your father had blinked a moment late, if your mother had turned the other way, if one ancestor in a thousand years had missed a step, you would be nothing but silence today. They say the odds are a trillion to one, that every heartbeat is borrowed from chaos. Yet here you are breathing proof that impossible numbers can dream. Every generation survived storms and hunger, wars, chance, and love’s small flame. Each decision, a random coin toss, and every toss fell your way. Enjoy the passage of time, you’re one in billions, one of a kind. A spark that shouldn’t be, yet somehow became reality. Through math, through chance, through rhyme enjoy the passage of time. Think about it: Two hundred million possibilities that night, times generations of lovers, times choices, chances, times life itself refusing to quit. Multiply that and the number becomes too big to name. And still, one outcome glowed in the dark. You. You’re a walking statistic with a soul attached, a fraction that learned to feel. An equation written in the dust of stars, solved by love, and made real. Enjoy the passage of time, you’re a miracle by design. Through chaos, through cosmic lines, it’s your turn to shine. Every breath, a silent rhyme enjoy the passage of time. The numbers say you shouldn’t be here but numbers can’t sing. So listen close and enjoy the passage of time.