I’ve read that you have a greater chance of being killed by a vending machine than of winning tonight’s Powerball drawing.
I believe in math.
I also believe, a little bit, in fate. So I bought one Powerball ticket. One. That way, if it’s meant for me to win, I’ve done my part to open the door for Fate to do its work. Buying twenty tickets wouldn’t, mathematically speaking, significantly increase my chances – but there’s a good chance I’d wish I had that forty bucks back at some point. Two bucks, I can squander.
So do your thing, Fate. I’ve got a long list of people I could make a little happier with a few million dollars in my grubby little hands. 🙂