the celestine prophecy

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i was almost run over by a truck this morning. walking my bike along king in the middle of the street i encountered a friend. but he was not just any friend, he was the one the girls often refer to as dreamy jack. the celestine prophecy is so dreamy in fact that i didnt even notice the giant tractor trailer that was inching its way towards me as it tried to make its way to bathurst street. wonderful. we said our quick goodbye and went our separate ways. but it got me thinking about chance encounters. what are the odds, living in a city of millions, that i would run into this same person, twice in a span of a few weeks. and not just jack, but how about the countless other similar encounters? the logical side of me thinks that i just simply sling media slingbox av enough friends that live in a small area of the city and we are all either walking or on bikes so the likelihood is quite high.

but then there is that new agey, yoga side of me that looks for reason. purpose. meaning. in everything. that the odds themselves are quite low because unless you yourself are on some sort of routine or schedule that is the control by which you test other circumstances against, the randomness is far too high. its the kind of search for meaning ingrained in me from reading crap books like the celestine prophecy at too ripe an age. yet. without this belief, things that dont make sense are pure torture. but the celestine prophecy believing that all people come into your life to teach you something, and that chance encounters are anything but that, you can start to smile again. because everything just seems to be taken care of, and your job is to just go with the flow. and perhaps, in the end, to learn not get too hung up on the dreamy jacks in your life.

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