I often think about how weird it is that I exist.

My parents had a child that turned out to be me, but that child might as well have been any other person that does not have my consciousness. In fact it's mathematically impossible for me to have come into existence as the person I am, since there are an infinite amount of possibilities of what could have turned out to happen. That in itself is a pure miracle, no matter what you believe in. It has made me value my life more.