randomly

arguing about the evolution of life was interesting, but it's far more interesting to think about the evolution of our very own lives as individuals. as life itself, our lives are the result of a spiral of random events. the place where we live, and the places where we've lived. the friends we've made and lost, the friends we keep, the enemies we hold at bay. the people we've loved, and the reasons why, at some point, we've started to hate them, and to love them again. even death is a random event, as cold and merciless as it might seem to be.

we're the random result of an equation made by random numbers. how could we ever be predictable, then?