You Won the Greatest Lottery in History

Rusty Johnson
Sep 9
7 min read

Updated: Sep 17

There are about 70 trillion possible children that a single man and woman could create.

Silhouette of a person against a starry sky with the text "1 in 70 Trillion. Not the stars. The odds of YOU." in bold yellow and white. — Amidst the vast expanse of the Milky Way, a silhouette stands, emphasizing the extraordinary odds of one's existence at 1 in 70 trillion.

Let me repeat that: There are about 70 trillion possible children that a single man and woman could create.

That’s just from the way chromosomes shuffle when making sperm and eggs. That’s before you even add the limitless combinations from genetic recombination and the 60–100 new mutations every child carries.

Seventy trillion.

That’s not the population of Earth. That’s not the number of stars you can see on a clear night. That’s the number of unique possible yous who might have existed — but didn’t.

And yet here you are.

Of all the combinations, of all the genetic possibilities, of all the never-born lives that could have existed but didn’t — you are the one that emerged.

The odds against your existence are so astronomical that even calling it a miracle feels too casual. You’re the razor’s-edge outcome of billions of years of evolution, cosmic dice rolls, and impossible odds collapsing into a single outcome: you, alive right now, reading these words.

Life Is a Terminal Disease

Here’s the blunt truth no one likes to say: life is a terminal disease. Every single one of us has the same prognosis — 100% mortality. There is no cure, no escape, no “someday” where you get to live forever.

You don’t get to choose the length of your life, but you do get to choose its depth. You don’t control the number of breaths you’ll take, but you do control whether those breaths are spent chasing someone else’s dream or unleashing your own.

If you know your time is limited — and it is — then wasting decades in mediocrity is the same as spitting on the miracle you were given.

Odds You Can Actually Picture

“1 in 70 trillion” sounds like a statistic until you make it real:

Imagine flipping a coin. To land on the exact same side 46 times in a row is already insanely unlikely. To be born, you basically had to do that with chromosomes.
Picture every star in the observable universe (~10²²). For each star, imagine 10 billion possible children. That still doesn’t touch the odds of you.
Imagine filling a stadium with 70 trillion lottery tickets. Only one ticket wins. The ticket with your name on it. And somehow, that’s the one that got pulled.
Stack dollar bills to the Moon and back… 300,000 times. That’s roughly 70 trillion bills. That’s the odds you beat before you were even born.

When you put it like that, your existence is more than improbable — it’s essentially impossible. And yet, here you are, walking proof that impossible odds can be broken.

How Many Never Made It?

Think about it. For every one of us walking this Earth, there are trillions of genetic outcomes that never even got a chance. For one couple, 70 trillion possible unique humans… and yet only a handful of actual children are born. The rest? They remain potential, never actualized.

The world is full of ghosts that never walked, never dreamed, never loved. They never got to taste food, laugh at a joke, climb a mountain, or create something beautiful.

And you did.

You got the golden ticket. Out of the endless lottery of possibility, you beat 70 trillion rivals before you even took your first breath.

What Do You Do With That Chance?

Most people never think about this. They wake up, shuffle through their routines, go to jobs they don’t care about, take orders from people who see them as numbers, not souls, and numb themselves at night with screens and distractions.

That’s not living. That’s squandering a once-in-a-universe shot.

When you realize how improbable your existence is, something inside you should snap. The illusion that you have endless time, that it’s okay to drift, that life is about pleasing bosses and paying bills — all of that collapses.

The truth hits you: if you’ve been given odds like this, you don’t play it safe. You don’t live like a sheep. You live like a storm.

The FreeWired Mind Refuses the Norm

People with FreeWired minds feel this burn in their bones. We were never wired to sit in cubicles, nod along in meetings, and follow scripts handed down from people who don’t care about us.

A FreeWired brain rebels at mediocrity because deep down it knows the truth: your existence is too improbable, too sacred, too fleeting to be wasted on “good enough.”

The system wants you docile. Go to school, memorize the script, climb the corporate ladder, buy the products, retire quietly, die unnoticed. That’s the sheeple path — the conveyor belt of wasted lives.

But if you are FreeWired, that conveyor belt feels like a prison. You know you weren’t born for smallness. You were born from 70 trillion chances collapsing into one blazing shot.

Fired and Replaced at the Drop of a Hat

Let’s get brutally real. Most jobs? They don’t care about you. You could give them your decades, your energy, your genius, and one bad quarter or one “budget cut” later, they’ll replace you without a second thought.

You are not a person to them; you’re a replaceable cog.

But you are not replaceable. You are one-in-70-trillion.

Why spend the only shot you get living like you’re disposable? Why give the best hours of your life to a system that sees you as a number? Why chain your miracle existence to people who wouldn’t even remember your name a year after you’re gone?

The FreeWired path rejects that lie. It says: if you are this rare, then your life is too valuable to sell off in exchange for comfort, approval, or a paycheck that keeps you barely afloat.

The Weight of Never-Born Lives

Here’s a way to see it: behind every one of us are the shadows of trillions who never came to be. You walk with an invisible army of never-born souls.

They never got to taste rain. You did. They never got to fall in love. You did. They never got to fight, or fail, or win. You did.

So when you’re tempted to coast, to waste another year, to settle for “safe,” remember: you are carrying the weight of all those never-born possibilities. You owe it to them — and to yourself — to make your life roar.

Life Is Not a Dress Rehearsal

You don’t get a redo. You don’t respawn. This isn’t a warm-up for something else. This is it.

Every second you trade away for mundanity is a second of your miracle slipping away. Every decade you waste “waiting until the time is right” is a decade stolen from your one shot at existence.

The FreeWired mind knows: waiting is death in disguise.

What Does It Mean to Squeeze Life Dry?

It means refusing to settle. It means chasing the things that light your brain on fire, even if they scare you. It means building something that outlives you. It means rejecting the conveyor belt of mediocrity and stepping into the wilderness of risk, creation, and authenticity.

Squeezing life dry doesn’t mean reckless chaos. It means living in alignment with the truth: that you are a cosmic accident so rare it may never be repeated, and therefore your responsibility is to burn as brightly as you can before your flame goes out.

FREEWIRED Is Not Broken

Here’s the rally cry: you’re not broken. You’re FREEWIRED.

The world will tell you you’re too scattered, too restless, too different. They’ll tell you to calm down, focus, be normal. But “normal” is the slow death of a one-in-70-trillion mind.

Being FREEWIRED means you have a restless drive, a refusal to be boxed in, a hunger for more. That’s not a flaw. That’s your evidence that you understand the miracle of your existence better than they do.

The Next Book, the Next Step

This is why FreeWired exists as a movement. Not just as a brand, not just as books or stacks or apps, but as a survival philosophy. Because once you wake up to these odds, you can’t go back to sleep.

This blog is a seed — but it’s also the soil for the next book. A book that won’t just say “you’re not broken,” but will scream the truth: you are impossibly rare, and wasting your life is the only real sin.

Final Rally

So remember this: you are 1 in 70 trillion, and life itself is a terminal disease.

That means every second counts. That means every compromise steals something you’ll never get back. That means you owe it to yourself — and the trillions of never-born shadows behind you — to live like your existence matters.

Because it does.

Don’t die as background noise. Don’t fade as a footnote.

Burn as a headline. Burn as a FreeWired storm.

Because you already beat the odds once. Don’t waste the victory.

Unlocking Your Unique Potential

So, what does it mean to truly unlock your unique potential? It means embracing your quirks, your differences, and your passions. It means diving deep into what makes you, you.

Every day is an opportunity to explore, to grow, and to redefine what success looks like for you. Don’t let anyone else dictate your path. You hold the key.

Embrace the Journey

Life is not just about the destination; it’s about the journey. Embrace every twist and turn. Celebrate the small victories. Learn from the setbacks.

Your path is uniquely yours. Own it. Live it. Love it.

The Power of Community

Surround yourself with those who uplift you. Find your tribe. Share your dreams, your struggles, and your triumphs. Together, you can amplify each other’s voices and create a symphony of success.

Community is a powerful force. Lean into it.