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Tuesday, March 04, 2003SerendipityLife is only serendipity. Sit down and enjoy yourself. All the best things in life are free, And everything better comes by pure chance. Destiny has a merry, lilting spirit. Who doesn’t smile at the word coincidence? Is anything coincidence? Nothing gets done relying on serendipity. You must make your life yourself. Nothing comes for free, On a silver platter by chance. We cannot live on whimsy and spirit. We cannot live without that gaiety of spirit Who else finds balance in coincidence? There is no other serendipity, Than what you find within yourself. There is nothing more free Than the happy mediums of chance. Fate contests the existence of chance, The belief insults her spirit. Isn’t she the mistress of such “coincidence”? She has woven this so-called serendipity. You only wish you had chanced these things yourself. One cannot argue with destiny, we aren’t that free. Never is anyone the more free, Than when they fly upon the wings of chance Following wherever a capricious spirit- And, to be sure, coincidence, Will take them. Serendipity Is what you make of it yourself. When thinking only of yourself To be sure, you are free But where’s our happy chance To save us from your sprit Of relying on coincidence? Selfishness attributed to love of serendipity. Without the love of serendipity to save you from yourself, And from society, with free and wondrous chance not loss of charge. Is our spirit of coincidence so lost?
On nous fait croire qu'on n'a plus le choix,
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