Serentripity.

You call it Destiny. Fate. 

What is written in the Stars. What is Meant to Be.

Even, Luck. Or Chance.

I want to.

I used to.

I call it choice.

More than that – a choice that is made.

And not just one made out of convenience in time and space.

But one made with effort, and much gusto.

And then comes hope, that the Universe may conspire.

Adding all that, plus those of You and I.

But what are the odds of you tripping on my way?

And then working on it to find and keep me on track?

More than thinking, telling, waiting, wanting and hoping.