There is a time of year in New York when, even before the first leaf falls, you can feel the seasons click. The air is crisp, the summer is gone. And for the first night in a long time, you need a blanket on your bed. .... Later that night, I got to thinking about fate, that crazy concept that were not really responsible for the course our lives take. That its all predestined, written in the stars. Maybe that explains why, if you live in a city where you cant even see the stars, your love life tends to feel a little more random. And even if our every man, every kiss, every heartache, is preordered from some cosmic catalog, can we still take a wrong step and wander off our own personal Milky Way? I couldn’t help but wonder, can you make a mistake and miss your fate? ... It was official. A new season had begun. Maybe our mistakes are what make our fate. Without them, what would shape our lives? Perhaps, if we never veered off course, we wouldnt fall in love, or have babies, or be who we are. After all, seasons change, so do cities. People come into your life and people go. But its comforting to know the ones you love are always in your heart, and if youre very lucky, a plane ride away. Merry Cristmas my friends!
Posted on: Fri, 19 Dec 2014 15:47:38 +0000
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