Destinys Child
Friends and readers. It’s written in the stars, exactly what is written? The next corner you approach, the next hill you have to climb, the finger you have to put in the dam, the ice that is to thin to walk on, and these are by no means one offs these will and often do face us on a daily basis.
On this early Saturday morning as all the punters have just checked their Euro Lottery tickets and cursed their bad luck once more, we turn in contemplation to, chance, one of lifes best kept secrets. How often in our lives will we hear that familiar ring, by chance this or that happened. A chance lost, a chance meeting, a chance to do this or that.
If destiny has any credence then, chance must come into the equation somewhere and at some point. It can’t be for the writer to choose one and make it fit in place although the temptation presents itself, we will resist it reluctantly. At this point we respectfully remind the reader this is an alcohol free post so the late night writing comes not from the consumption of jungle juice rather a brother whose rantings down the end of the phone continued from Friday evening until early this morning, and dear friends the real point being that if by chance the writer had a little more sense he would not have rung him in the first place, chance yes destiny no.
The chance to drink strong black coffee after listening to him was certainly destiny as this has happened before, and not by chance. So dear friends this was a light hearted look at the relationship between chance and destiny if of course you beleive there is one and that of course is up to you.
But think further dear friends and ponder this as your eyelids are proped up by matchsticks. In the garden of chance nothing will grow if not nurtured, the gardens destiny may be in your hands, anything that blooms in that garden will be because you wanted it to and not by chance, the destiny for the gardener is what might bloom.