What are the odds?

Fate and Friendship

Hands of Fate by Susan Sarabasha

Is it fate? Free will? It feels like free will, so I guess I’ll go with that for the day-to-day. It keeps me accountable, if only to myself. But when I sit still and contemplate, that illusion evaporates. How do we know how we got to be the way we are, the kind of person who does this instead of that? We don’t. Are coincidences mere happenstance or signposts directing us? Does it matter?