luck, skill, general fear of doing things stupid enough to kill me. luck. insanely good driving skills. luck.
my mom says everything happens for a reason. so if i am alive then there must be a reason. we are not meant to simply clutter the planet. so why am i here, in the existential sense? i have no idea.
to be a good mom?
to learn, to grow. to make my corner of the world better. to contribute my own ideas and dna to the global soup?
to prevent wine and coffee from taking over our planet?
yeah. i got nothin'
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