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When I was younger I used to wonder what I was made from, and why it just so happened that atoms that create me have just the right weight and everything to make up a human. I still wonder to this day why I was so lucky to become a human instead of a dog, raccoon, insect, or even a plant. I guess I'm just lucky. I'm lucky to be a living thing that knows it's alive and can make the most out of this world as I belong to a species that has dominated and made this place convenient for its own needs. I don't know if this is a normal thought or something that has just randomly crossed my mind and carried with me throughout my life. It's definitely something I needed in writing although it's probably not as clear here as it is in my head.