"I believe we write our own stories. And each time we think

we know the end - we don't. Perhaps luck exists somewhere

between the world of planning, the world of chance, and the

peace that comes from knowing that you just can't know it all.

You know, life's funny that way. Once you let go of the wheel,

you might end up right where you belong..."

To let go and open to that, no matter what the context...

maybe....maybe I'm trying here to believe what I've been

stood for....that it's really there...that it really exists