A story in 100 words.
There’s no algorithm.
There’s no formula.
Not yet anyway.
Love just happens.
With or without you …or them.
There is no map for the terrain.
No map for the minefield.
Love and luck are strange bedfellows.
Falling is the easiest part.
Work, and luck, help nurture it.
Love manifests itself differently for everyone.
Because it IS different for everyone.
And should love and luck converge?
Be aware — Be available — Be present — Be vigilant — Be honest.
Beware these truths:
You can avoid it.
You can’t fake it.
And if you don’t feel it?
That’s okay.
Life moves forward.
It has to.