“Chance is perhaps the pseudonym of God when He does not wish to sign.”
— Anatole France
There are moments in life that arrive without explanation.
A meeting that feels accidental. A door that opens unexpectedly. A pause that turns into a turning point.
We often call these moments luck, coincidence, or chance — mostly because we don’t know what else to call them.
But looking back, many people can trace their lives to a single, unplanned moment.
A conversation they almost didn’t have. A risk they didn’t fully understand. A path they didn’t intend to walk.
At the time, it didn’t feel meaningful.
It felt random.
Only later did it reveal itself as something quietly guiding — not forcing, not demanding — just offering.
Perhaps chances are not accidents at all.
Perhaps they are invitations — gently placed in our path, asking only whether we are willing to notice.
Reflection:
Not every chance comes with certainty.
Some arrive quietly, without explanation, trusting us to decide what they might become.