Life is full of coincidences. Without thinking, you look around a class room and see a girl, except that this girl will end up being your wife, mother of your children and your life, what if you hadn’t looked up? What if you hadn’t kept in contact with that friend who happened to see her again at a market and in passing mentioned you and things just progressed from there?
The detective in the novel suddenly remembers that an association in a witness’ mind of a name she wants to protect refers to a store that closed and he, the detective, coincidently knew about. And that breaks the case! What if he hadn’t seen the store? Remembered it? What if the witness had associated something else?
A woman answers a knock and a family is standing at the door holding a bag of presents for her children. The despair the parents’ were feeling are diminished and Christmas is saved. A family that cares is created by a simple act. What if the presents had not arrived that day? What if the family hadn’t been home at the time the presents were delivered?
Life is full of little coincidences, some call it luck, others just coincidence and others still, destiny. It is only when we look backward that we can see the connections, the series of strange coincidences that take us down a specific path.
Coincidences are a touch of the divine, call it luck, God, destiny, karma, or random happen-stance. We are the result of many tiny coincidences. From the moment we are conceived to our last breadth we are bound by things we can’t and definitively don’t control. We try to and normally, we can influence our lives, but the reality is, we are just the result of thousands of coincidences.