To you, dear reader.
The probability of you existing in this whole universe is close to zero. Yet you exist. Fairy lights, soccer games, frustration, music rehearsals, lectures, laughter, summer nights, soda pop and all.
You have every reason to cry. You have every reason to scream. But you also have every reason to smile and wonder at the unlikelihood of your life and at your own brave soul for breaking into this wonderful, scarred world.