Destiny vs Coincidence

mexico
There is a woman I saw for the first time in the park last week who happened to know my child’s name. Later that day, in another park, I saw her again.
“You guys following us around?”
Obviously not, but what’s the point of me seeing her twice? Sometimes we’re meant to meet people so powers that be may influence our particular paths driving us toward our divine reason for being. Other times it’s like, “Oh, fucking hell.”

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