That number is the likeliness anyone would exit. After all the natural disasters and wars. After everything this Earth and people have gone through. I’m not sure how factual this is. This number could have been made up. However, it puts things into perspective.
The rarity that it is to exist. I could have been miscarried, aborted, died in the middle of a war, killed by a hurricane…. but I’m here. My parents could have never met, they could have failed to exist as well. Perhaps an earthquake or a nuclear bomb could have gotten their parents, grandparents, great grandparents, great great grandparents…
It’s a miracle really: that I exist. That you exist. It’s a blessing.
Somehow, you are here today. There are probably billions who had this privilege for a brief period in time, and billions who never had it at all.
Do not waste it.