Karma

We get so used to living that usually we wake up and get to our day, clueless about our one-in-a-gazillion chance of being alive. Sometimes, though, by the time one day is over, our regard for the world, and ourselves, has somehow changed. We store that day has being a tragic part of our history or a rather overwhelming prospect of our future. Whatever happened, people commonly say was triggered by karma, others call it coincidence, and some actually let it through unnoticed. Can you depict or document this event of chance, change and existence?