Ever felt how your life could have turned out if only you had 'gone-getta', so to speak?
Today was a day of epiphanies, what with the interlocking coincidences that potentially enabled our lives to cross paths anyhow, albeit the precipitation of a doppelganger-ed decision.
Is this fate?
Minds are as fickle as the iridescence of a butterfly wing. Had we chose a different life then, our lives would inexorably be intertwined together regardless.
Is this fate?
And as I write this, snow is falling.
Each flake an intricate design true to the rigidity of algorithms and geometry, yet never the same; Fluid in its formation, leaving without a whisper.
Mimicry of the human journey within the confines of a water droplet.
We descent down the sky of time, each a path that can never be repeated, eventually disappearing, traceless.
And we wonder, what if the wind had blown the other way?
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