It's all by chance

Isn't it crazy to think, why am I here? The idea that the only reason why I exist is because in 1039AD in some  northern area we call Scotland a man named _____ wanted to have sex with his wife _____ at precisely 3:05pm in the afternoon. If "that event" hadn't occurred, their child wouldn't have occurred, and thus my relatives and myself wouldn't have occured. If ____ man in "Scotland" had decided to use his sexually drive that day on his mistress instead of his wife, or whomever, than maybe this world would have never seen George Washington, Marie Antoinette, Stalin, Hilter, etc. Is life really this random? If my mom hadn't decided to take ___ class at George Mason University she would never had met _____ who introduced her to my Dad. So much randomness. Sometimes I have to just sit back and think, wow, how crazy and insane is it that I actually even exist!? It's wild. It's incomprehensible! If groups of warriors didn't raid towns and rape villages, so many of us would not be here. So much violence, but also happiness, is the reason we exist. The entire world, the entire situation we see around us is all by chance. Maybe nothing was meant to be, maybe we're all here by random, and if so should we consider ourselves lucky?