Chance, Fate and Faith

Last year at Caesars Atlantic City I met three girls: Chance, Fate and Faith. We played poker.

Chance said, “sometimes life doesn’t give us what we want. We just have to take what we get. This doesn’t mean we’ve got no choice in our dealings. We can always take things with a pinch of salt, with reluctance or with outright contempt.”

Fate said, “we might fail to see the significance of the hand being dealt to us. We fail to understand the particulars beyond the obvious, beyond the hither and now consequences of immediate attainment.”

My favorite, Faith, said, “if we just open our eyes a bit wider, to see the whole universe instead of just the world, we might; with such enterprise of the self, gather within ourselves the workings of life, and make what we get all we need to get what we want.”

I lost my shirt at that poker game, but that’s okay. Faith and I are good friends now.

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