May 15-B, 2023

It is all coincidental.
Coincidence.
Synchronicity.
Accident.
And what we do with it.

Nothing is intentional.
Intended.
Planned.
Plotted.
Meant to be.

It just seems that way
because it is all so perfect
how could any of it be accidental?

We see what we look for.
We see what we project onto 
what we look at.
Things appear to be what 
they seem to be
to those who make it all up--
who tell themselves stories
to support their conclusions
about the world they live in.

What is the greater miracle?
That everything is planned out
and put in place by some wonderfully
magnificent cosmic mind--
or, that nothing is?

And that what we do with it,
about it,
makes all the difference?

We make up the story of our life
by the way we respond to 
random sequences of events
and circumstances.

We are all free radicals
looking for patterns,
imposing patterns
on the stars
and tea leaves
to suit our fancy,
and make it all make sense.

Finding patterns that aren't there,
imposing order to satisfy our need for order,
are what we do best.

We bring order to the universe,
with our periodic charts
and our Dewey Decimal Systems.
But it is merely our way of arranging things
to soothe ourselves
about living in a world
where anything can happen 
at any time,
when it is always our response
to what happens that matters most.

It is not what happens
but how we respond to it
that produces the life we live
and the story we tell thereby.

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