Every day, my browser greets me with a different quote, a small dose of thought to stir my mind. Today, it offered up Albert Einstein’s words:

“There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.”

– Albert Einstein

At first, I thought, Nice quote. But the more I considered it, the more it nudged at me. Is he suggesting that life has to be lived in black or white, that we must choose to see miracles everywhere—or nowhere at all? I lean towards believing scientists, so part of me instinctively wanted to agree. But really? Only two ways? That certainty felt too simplistic for the complicated spectrum of living. Wouldn’t there be a thousand ways to live one’s life, especially in a world as complex as ours?

Yet, maybe he’s onto something. Perhaps life does boil down to these two mindsets. Still, that leaves people like me—those who hover between belief and skepticism—stuck in a kind of existential limbo. Some days, I feel like I’m caught in a cosmic shuffle, making plans only to watch them tumble in directions I didn’t expect, controlled by forces I can’t see. I can’t help but think: If I’m not fully in control, maybe there is a miraculous hand in all of this.

On the other hand, I crave logic, cause and effect, the comfort of knowing that my choices yield predictable outcomes. But when life doesn’t follow this formula, it leaves me drained, floating between faith in miracles and doubt in any grand design. It makes me think how lucky those with strong convictions must be—those who are entirely atheistic, convinced life is purely what you make of it, and those who are firmly religious, trusting in the divine flow of miracles. They have chosen sides, and with that comes a certain peace.

For me, I can’t fully commit. I find myself switching lenses—believing one day, feeling inspired by hope, and relying on logic the next, finding drive in practicality. It’s exhausting, but it also feels true to who I am, to this space of uncertainty that I inhabit. At times, I contemplate whether this toggling mindset allows me to embrace both possibilities, feeling both grounded and uplifted. It’s a strange but, perhaps, honest way to live.

So here I am, thinking about life as miracles and no miracles, embracing both, wondering where it will take me. What about you? What do you think about Einstein’s take?