On your worst days, when the world has been most cruel to you, when things have gone so wrong you can barely breathe without a thousand knives feeling like they are stabbing into you and you feel like you don’t matter, that none of this matters, I hope you look at the night sky. I hope you realize that in that moment of looking at the incredible tapestry before you that you are not alone. And most importantly, I hope you understand how no matter what the world has done to you that day, you are a deeply essential being.

You see that same thing that has made the beautiful night sky, with all its diamond stars, with its luminous moon, with the millions of solar systems and galaxies that exist side by side, also thought that you were a brilliant idea. And this isn’t just a pretty thing to say; there is science to back that up. The probability of you existing at all comes down to 1 in 10 to the power of 2,685,000.

The very idea that you exist considering those extremely low odds is a miracle on its own. You see, the exact DNA that comes from your parents to create you could have only happened when your parents met, which is 1 chance in 20,000. That alone should be enough, but when you add up the fact that it has taken 5-10 million years of human evolution for you to exist at this time, in this moment, you begin to recognize just how much of an impossibility you are.

And look, look at what your body is made of. The universe loved you so much, it valued your fight to exist so much, that it gave you the blood of stars, so you are made of 93 percent of the very stars in that night sky. It gave you acids within your stomach that eat away anything you cannot digest including the hateful emotions that are thrown your way. It gave you a heart that is so powerful it can beat outside of your body. It gave you a spine stronger than granite. It gave you iron in your veins to remind you of the warrior you are.

You weren’t supposed to exist. You fought all of those odds just to be here. And that is no accident. You are here for a reason. You breathe this air for a reason. You have purpose; your existence means something. Someone smiled because of you today. Someone remembered something you did that was kind. Someone went to sleep thinking of you today. And more so, there ARE people who love you and people you haven’t met yet who will love you so much, they would do anything for you.

You are a miracle. The idea of your existence is a miracle. The fact that you are breathing at all is a miracle. Remember this when the world makes you feel like you don’t matter.

The universe who is creator to us all thought you were a brilliant plan. So it gave you a chance to breathe and exist even when the probability was so very low, all because you fought to be here and never gave up. From the moment it thought of you, you had already won a cosmic war.

Don’t stop fighting now. No matter what your mental illness says, no matter what the world tells you, no matter the odds. You get up, you look at that night sky, you remember every star that collapsed its own lungs to bring you to life, you remember their sacrifice, and you get up and fight again. Thought Catalog Logo Mark

Nikita is the author of Your Soul Is A River and Your Heart Is The Sea.

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