I’m not a fan of math, yet numbers are something I seem to constantly be drawn to and enamored with in a weird love/hate relationship. As a subscriber to chaos theory math often represents the ideological order in chaos. During our lifetimes there are numbers that can statistically tell us the likelihood of an occurrence. I often turn to them to try and make sense of what has happened and occasionally while divining the possible future.
The odds of winning the Powerball Jackpot was 1:252,200,000.
The odds of being struck by lightning in your lifetime is 1:12,000.
The odds of dying between 35-44 is 1:663 (for men).
We get 1 and only 1. That is the simplest math in life to do. Yet it remains the hardest to truly understand, appreciate, and more importantly make the most out of. Life is a one shot deal and our odds of getting it correct the first go around us somewhere around 1:9,176,628,503.
Despite the math, against all logic, contrary to all that we know will come to pass… we continue to hope against the odds. It is that hope which keeps us going through everything and eventually, at some point, the odds will actually be in our favor.
Numbers aren’t everything, although they do play a big role in what we consider to be the universe. We already know the answer to the ultimate question of life, the universe, and everything…
… and the odds have just swung in my favor.
Needless to say… I’m totally ready for this year’s Hunger Games.