A TOSSUP!
A Tossup!
What
are the odds of one being born into a different world, to different parents?
What are the odds of being born under
a different name and a different race and in another country?
Would
you still regard yourself the same person if God were to show you what you
could have been, in another time and another world?
God gives us only one chance to be
born in this life. If my father and mother decided to take a break on the night
I was conceived, I wouldn’t be talking to you today!
I
therefore put it to you that there’s nothing abstract or upsetting about abstract
thinking!
Life is a tossup. Heads or tails,
male or female; you still win and remain the same original person.
If
the odds of being born into this world are one in half a billion; there’s no
what if! There’s only you in this life.
Yes, look into your mirror one more
time. You are one of a kind! Celebrate yourself like you were dying in 24
hours.
I
am that I am because I am the result of the tossup which was spun and dealt
with by my mother and father.
I celebrate each time I look in the
mirror. Please, hear me out! I now know how fortunate I was to be me and how I
beat the odds.
In
this tossup of a race to life, I left four hundred and ninety-nine million and
nine hundred ninety-nine thousand and nine hundred and ninety-nine other sperm
soldiers gasping for breath. I became me, myself, and I!
In this 100-meter dash of a race,
all the sperm soldiers who didn’t make it and caught up with the prized trophy
egg fizzled and disappeared into eternity and were never seen again.
Don’t
you find it thrilling to imagine how we became champions even before we were
born? You and I are born to win. Winning all the way to the grave is our only choice
in this life!
Nothing upsets God more than people
who don’t believe in their own reflections, people who spit into the mirror
because they are victims of self-hatred and find no reasons why they are still
walking in this earth.
It
takes years and years for one to reach the no-return stage of self-hate. Not
all suicide victims suffer from mental sickness.
Others are just bad losers who
cannot accept the up and downs of this life we are all subjected to! Your
chances of surviving the chop in this life are reduced when you stop believing
in yourself.
Remember,
everything in this your life is tied around you. You give rhythm to time,
nature, the world, and all the people around your space.
Without you in your space, there’s
no God, no world and no nothing: nobody knows you cause in reality; you never
existed.
Hello.
We breathe every time we see your face. Your presence reminds us of and gives us
hope that we are still alive side by side!
A tossup is a once-off eventuality
which gave birth to you and will never be repeated in eternities. Remember the half
a billion minus one sperms who didn’t make it in this race to life?
You
are the minus one who made it.
Come on, kick your legs out and walk
tall like the confident seed you were in your mother’s womb! You are a
champion, crowned by God and Mother Nature. The four winds can feel your
vibration every time you move.
Sadly,
a tossup to other people is nothing but hopelessly tossing and turning endlessly
in their forlorn beds right into the sunless days and starless nights.
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