Coincidence

I’m like an accidental bystander that just so happens to be standing on life’s writing highway, looking around, thumbing a ride, and waiting for a driver to pick me up. I’m word traveling, from state-to-state in my mind, and taking a geographical tour to imaginary places. This is why I like the word “coincidence” and the way it plays in my perception of things. The words of the story I’m writing are a coincidental driving force in my traveling life. I’m merely a passenger, accepting a ride, and watching the road unfold. I notice that the road to every coincidence leads to a twist of fate in the words that write the stories. It’s by sheer luck and good fortune that the driver has a decent set of wheels to take my writing home. I notice that the driver lives on a common street and speaks the same languege I do. It’s great to know there are good wordsmith drivers on the lookout for those of us who need a lift. There are readable speed limit signs on every highway and time takes its own sweet time. It’s purely by chance that I’m ever even on the road.

The dictionary says that a “coincidence” is a “striking occurrence of two or more events at one time apparently by mere chance.”