what of chance encounters of the fourth and the fifth kind? I mean colliding into people by accident, bumping into strangers who then take on a formidable form in your life. Most of our lives are ruled by, as in Nabakov's words, 'McFate' the ever fleeting, the eternally mysterious and whimsical goddess of fate, that rules our actions with a magic wand flicking it this way and that way as her cunning little heart desires. Do we actually control anything in our lives, or is it all a matter of living out the script already churned out for us like good actors?
Accidents make us who we become and the people we end up with in life. Sounds very depressing but that is the way it is, we cannot choose who we meet and how? at times to a certain extent yes, but mostly who we come across in our life is what life throws our way and is beyond the pale of human machinations. So what should one do with all life chunks at us? A practical soul might turn around and profess 'make the most of it' that is sound advice, but acted out every minute of tireless days becomes a preview of everyday existence in hell.
And then some fortuitous unforeseen hand of kismet might just bring you diametrically opposite someone who caresses the submerged strings of your heart if only for an evanescent moment in time. And, and, and you like a tranced sleepwalking being tread slowly, reluctantly into a foggy, misty, clouded reality.
I want chance encounters of veritable kind
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