somebody says there is a miracle, and another says there isn't.
but at the end, at the desperate moment, anyone prays for a miracle, and waits for a miracle.
that's why a miracle should exist.
so that a slight hope at least can be given, at every desperate moment, a miracle must exist.

but miracles are miracles because they're not common.
rather than luck that you didn't anticipate, there's much more misfortune that you couldn't even think of in this world.
life, to believing in only miracles is cold and harsh.

in the end, miracles are a matter of the probability.
miracles exist only for one person.
for the remaining 9,999 people, it's merely nonsense.
life is, in all and overwhelming probability, cruel.

still, stiil, we need miracles.
rather than despair that has zero percent probability, a possibility that could happen once in 100,000; a silver of possibility is still better.
only then do we have hope.