Some people choose to see the ugliness in this world. The disarray. I choose to see the beauty: To believe there is an order to our days, a purpose. I like to remember what my father taught me-
That at one point or another, we were all new to this world.
The newcomers are just looking for the same thing we are... A place to be free to stake out our dreams, a place with unlimited possibilities.
All lives have routine. Mine's no different. Still, I never cease to wonder at the thought that any day the course of my whole life could change with just one chance encounter.
I know things will work out the way they're meant to.
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