“Look at us. Running around. Always rushed. Always late. Guess that’s why they call it the human race. But sometimes, it slows down just enough for all the pieces to fall into place. Fate works it’s magic. And you’re connected. Every once in a while amid all the randomness something unexpected happens, and it pushes us all forward. And the truth is, what I’m starting to feel, is maybe the human race isn’t a race at all.”
