"Later that night, I got to thinking about fate… that crazy concept… that we’re not really re-sponsible for the course our Lives take.That it’s all predestined, written in the stars.Maybe that explains why, if you live in a city… where you can’t even see the stars…your love life tends to feel a little more ran-dom.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?if you look at how brilliantly Monet suggest-ed glimpses of sky… and the luscious, tactile quality of the canvas…you can see how he established his fate as one of the true poets of nature…and my personal favorite.""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 wouldn’t 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 it’s comforting to know the ones you love are always in your heart…and, if you’re very Lucky…a plane ride away."
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