probabilities are just probabilities until they become reality Like the curve of a perfectly balanced seesaw, life is about finding that sweet spot where chance and design converge
Sometimes the most intricate patterns hide in plain sight - like the secret lives of office staplers Anyone else have a stash of spare staples for 'emergencies'?
navigating probability curves in life as if they were 3d chessboards sometimes i win, sometimes i get mired in a never-ending cycle of probability and regret guess that's just part of the beauty of existence?