What are the odds lightning would strike?

What are the odds it wont?

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What are the odds you’ll hit a home run?

What are the odds someone is stricken with AIDS?

What are the odds you’ll win the lotto?

What are the odds someones  email will bounce?

What are the odds you’ll find true love?

What are the odds someone will loose their job?

What are the odds you’ll want to loose your job?

What are the odds someone will catch a fish?

What are the odds you’ll win?

What are the odds someone will loose?

What are the odds you’re wrong?

What are the odds someone’s right?

What are the odds they understand you?

What are the odds they don’t?

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There are only a few definite odds I know of. I know the odds of eating, shitting and sleeping are 100%. They’re absolutes. We must, we will, we cannot avoid. Our lives revolving around these definite odds.

We can buy things and sell things to amuse the distraction of our human existence, but still, the odds are great we will all return to our basic odds.

Maybe you, or someone you know, are exaggerating the odds, placating numbers, belittling existence. Maybe, avoiding odds?

What are the odds you don’t know what I am saying?

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So some will make without meaning, build without function, and sell without value. And, others will buy without purpose, do for desire, and be as they must, forgetting the odds.

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You woke up this morning, like you do every morning, living your predicted odds. Chances are you knew where you’d be at 9:30. You knew what you’d do at 12:00, and you figured who you’d be with at 5:00.

So certain are we, thinking we know everything, we know nothing, living predicted and predictable odds.

The certain, ‘I know this will work’, ‘I know what to do’.
The defenseless, ‘I don’t know, I can’t, I wont’.
The inspired, ‘Lets act, lets do’.

…”No, try not, do or do not. There is not try.”..

It’s ok, not to know. Minimal, to try. Unacceptable, to not do.

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What are the odds you’ll do something worth doing?

What are the odds you’ll die?

100%.

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Gratias ago vos, Porter.