Something put me here. Whether some deity or whether the stupefyingly precise force of dumb probability leading trillions of little factors all up to my life, it doesn't matter. I exist.
That's all it takes. Because of the ridiculously huge amount of factors that all had to align for me to exist where I do, how I do, thinking what I do, nothing else matters except that I exist. And if I exist, god damn it I'm making the most of it. Whether that means being really ambitious with career (as I am now), or reaching peace with the people I love and with myself (which I know I've put to the back burner), I'm going to figure out how to be fulfilled and I'm going to do it. There's no other choice. What else would I do with something that's just so unlikely to have happened?