Serendipity: a fortunate accident. Tied with destiny and fate - but sort of like a sub-branch of the two. I know it's supposed to be a feeling you get when it happens to you, but I can't help thinking:
Does serendipity have rules?
Because the way I see it, luck doesn't have any rules - it's just luck - but maybe serendipity could. Ah, the possibilities!
1. Does serendipity happen to everyone? Or a select few?
2. If 1 = yes, then do people get multiple serendipities? Or is it just, like, one per lifetime?
3. Do you have to deserve a serendipity?
4. What are serendipities for? Finding your soul mate? Figuring out your goal in life? Generally the different aspects of destiny?
5. Does it happen only to the people to need help finding the aforementioned?
6. Is it random?
7. Can it happen if you try to find it? Or does it happen only when it's unexpected, like the wardrobe leading you to Narnia?
8. Could serendipities have a scale of seriousness? For example, a 1 on the scale would be happening upon your lost iPod by chance . . . 10 would be help with something that affects your whole life in a very positive way.
9. Is serendipity like a push when you need something to tip the scales, when you're struggling? Or can a simple act of serendipity do all the work?
10. Is serendipity even common enough to answer all these questions? Or is it just a rare set of circumstance?
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Monday, August 25, 2014
Stars
Summer will be officially over in 7 days (!!!). It's sad but inevitable and the past summer (the part after Camp PEAK - that was clearly and wonderfully real) felt a bit like a dream anyway, it passed so quickly. It's so short compared to the school year of 10 MONTHS . . . but it was sufficiently relaxing.
Maybe the dreamlike quality of the summer was due to my extensive reading? I notice that reading makes time fly by and feel flimsy - and I did read a lot this summer. Maybe I'll do some book reviews later.
Last weekend my family and I went camping to Killbear, a good camping place that's only about 2-3 hours worth of driving away if you live in Mississauga. One of the best things about it is how little mosquitoes there are compared to some other places you might go to, like Sandbanks, and there aren't any marshes (which are generally good mosquito habitats).
There were good hiking trails, blissfully cool water and bright sunshine . . . just to make us miss summer all that more. Like giving someone a delicious slice of cake full of custard and icing, and taking it away when they've only half-finished it. Yanked from our grasp.
One thing, though, stood out for me for this camping trip. It was the sight of the stars.
It was like diamond dust had been sprinkled across the sky - the stars were shining like jewels, of varying size, some even flashing colour. The sky itself was deep, velvety indigo - almost black, but not quite. You could tell where the black shapes of the tree leaves above you ended, and the sky began.
My mother tested my eyesight - she told me how one of the stars in the Big Dipper constellation had a twin star, and that in ancient times, eyesight was tested this way too. I found it - the centre star of the handle. The twin was the size of a pinprick.
You never see this many stars in the suburbs - let alone the city! The horizon is always full of this ugly orange glow from the street lamps, and too often the sky is clouded, probably for unnatural reasons.
There was a light smudge stretching from one part of the sky to the other - like a cloud, but it was behind the stars. The Milky Way. Full of stars, some bright and standing out - the others fading into the smudge. It looks like a smudge, I suppose, because of the glow of the stars in it that are too far away to be seen as individual light sources from here. Amazing - this is the first time I've seen the Milky Way like this.
Magnificent. Magical.
Maybe the dreamlike quality of the summer was due to my extensive reading? I notice that reading makes time fly by and feel flimsy - and I did read a lot this summer. Maybe I'll do some book reviews later.
Last weekend my family and I went camping to Killbear, a good camping place that's only about 2-3 hours worth of driving away if you live in Mississauga. One of the best things about it is how little mosquitoes there are compared to some other places you might go to, like Sandbanks, and there aren't any marshes (which are generally good mosquito habitats).
There were good hiking trails, blissfully cool water and bright sunshine . . . just to make us miss summer all that more. Like giving someone a delicious slice of cake full of custard and icing, and taking it away when they've only half-finished it. Yanked from our grasp.
One thing, though, stood out for me for this camping trip. It was the sight of the stars.
It was like diamond dust had been sprinkled across the sky - the stars were shining like jewels, of varying size, some even flashing colour. The sky itself was deep, velvety indigo - almost black, but not quite. You could tell where the black shapes of the tree leaves above you ended, and the sky began.
My mother tested my eyesight - she told me how one of the stars in the Big Dipper constellation had a twin star, and that in ancient times, eyesight was tested this way too. I found it - the centre star of the handle. The twin was the size of a pinprick.
You never see this many stars in the suburbs - let alone the city! The horizon is always full of this ugly orange glow from the street lamps, and too often the sky is clouded, probably for unnatural reasons.
There was a light smudge stretching from one part of the sky to the other - like a cloud, but it was behind the stars. The Milky Way. Full of stars, some bright and standing out - the others fading into the smudge. It looks like a smudge, I suppose, because of the glow of the stars in it that are too far away to be seen as individual light sources from here. Amazing - this is the first time I've seen the Milky Way like this.
Magnificent. Magical.
Friday, July 5, 2013
In the light of the rain
As I write this my world is being pummeled by rain, the trees and houses a blur. Rain seems to take up every bit of air available out there. It's beautiful. It's freshened the air, too - you can smell the freshwater falling. Oddly enough, sometime I even pick up a whiff of our front yard garden flowers in the rainwater smell.
I would love to go out there and let myself soak. Everything seems to have this light white tint, the world coloured by rain. Inside, I feel the humidity, and though you might sometimes hear me complain about it I actually love every second of it. Rain is one of the best things in life. It means regrowth, it means purity, it means a kind of calm in the world. To be spattered with rain outside is a magnificent feeling when you savour it.
Why do perfumes have such strong, coy scents? A "scent" is supposed to be delicate, but instead, whenever I hug a family woman friend, WHAM! I'm hit with an artificial flower scent multiplied by twenty, and I have to breath through my mouth.
I think these scents should rise in perfume sales:
1. Rainwater
2. The scent of the air on a fresh autumn day
3. The scent of an orange
4. Snow
Those would be popular, I think, because not only are they fresh and natural, they are beautiful. If you can appreciate the smells of what I listed above, hold on to it, because thanks to global warming they might not always be here.
I would love to go out there and let myself soak. Everything seems to have this light white tint, the world coloured by rain. Inside, I feel the humidity, and though you might sometimes hear me complain about it I actually love every second of it. Rain is one of the best things in life. It means regrowth, it means purity, it means a kind of calm in the world. To be spattered with rain outside is a magnificent feeling when you savour it.
Why do perfumes have such strong, coy scents? A "scent" is supposed to be delicate, but instead, whenever I hug a family woman friend, WHAM! I'm hit with an artificial flower scent multiplied by twenty, and I have to breath through my mouth.
I think these scents should rise in perfume sales:
1. Rainwater
2. The scent of the air on a fresh autumn day
3. The scent of an orange
4. Snow
Those would be popular, I think, because not only are they fresh and natural, they are beautiful. If you can appreciate the smells of what I listed above, hold on to it, because thanks to global warming they might not always be here.
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