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Possibility is not probability. It is possible the sun will rise in the west on the morrow, but hardly probable.
This line has stuck in my head since I read it in Monstrumologist, by Rick Yancey. Possibility is a huge power, a driving force guiding us through life. Every act, every thought, every little choice we do is due to possibility. We may think of it as dreaming, believing, but deep down is simply science. Mathematics creating an outcome based on the entries we provide. It’s probability.
It is possible for me to develop my writing without reading, but it’s hardly probable. The more I read and write the more the probability increases. Like I’m climbing infinite stairs, one step at a time, hoping to reach at the top. But the more steps I climb the more possible the outcome becomes.
Is there, I wonder, the moment where possibility becomes probability?
I doubt it since if this was the case we would be able to forecast our lives. But that’s the beauty. The random events changing the facts and subvert the outcome. That’s the beauty of life which can’t be measured by probabilities but possibilities. Everything is possible if we really believe and work for it. We create the probabilities, we write our faith.
So yeah, possibility is not probability because anything can happen.