The great tragedy of the human condition is the random and mathematical improbability of two lives coming together at the right time and place, with all the required magnetic forces for a successful and enduring merging of the souls in the unbreakable bond of spiritual bliss they call love.
What a pity our paths never crossed Olga. I would have fallen in love then, just like I have now, only then it would have been real, whereas now it is just a picture on a screen with some associated biographical information.
It only takes that small difference in time or distance to change or forge the individual destinies of the ever increasing billions who now roam the planet.
We are truly in the lap of the Gods, at the mercy of fate and lady luck.
Meanwhile we make our nest and hopefully lie in it and try to make a decent fist of the hand we're dealt.
But the dream never goes away and sometimes like now, the dream acquires a face and a personality and you can only look on in wonder at what might have been.
Copyright Harry Hunt 2014
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