I believe we write our own stories.
And each time we think
we know the end...
we don't.

Perhaps luck exists
somewhere between...the world of planning,
the world of chance...
and in the peace that comes
from knowing...that you just can't know it all.

You know, life's funny that way.

Once you let go of the wheel,
you might end up...right where you belong.

Taken from "Little Black Book"