Chance! What an exciting concept. Something to be feared, yet something you can't help but love. You have no control over it and can never tell when it's about to strike. The infinite number of combinations and possibilities within itself seem so hopelessly endless and daunting. Too many things must go a certain way, fall ever so perfectly into place, that it just had to be by chance. There is nothing more ultimate than chance. Technically speaking, our entire universe has been built upon chance. Numerous random occurrences, one after another, happening so right that it could never be wrong. Unquestioned is chance, as if it had a plan. Could there be anything more ironic than if chance had a plan? The intrigue of it all would lack such luster if that were the case. Chance is as beautiful as it is unexpected. Chance can bring you joy one day, misery the next. Chance never judges and chance never plays favorites. Chance never misses a day of work. Chance is constant. Chance complicates. Chance simplifies. Chance spares. Chance kills. Chance carries no regret. I envy chance.
