By willy-nilly happenstance.

The circumstances had to be just right. For me to be born into this world  A million things had to occur. In just the right order. Over a period of many, many years  Over centuries.  If one of a million events had been altered, I’d probably not exist. For one thing, my mother had to meet my father. And they would have to decide to procreate. At a very particular time. Not a day sooner. Not a day later. And their parents, too, had to come from different parts of the world. To the same city and country. So that they’d meet, and procreate. Anyway, I keep wondering. Was I meant to be? By design? Or was it an accident?  Yes, maybe I’m here by willy-nilly happenstance. –Jim Broede