Is life set out on a predetermined path, or is it just random meanderings with seemingly coincidental WTF(?) moments crossing our paths, or a bit of both?
I recently went on a road-trip from my hometown of Brisbane
(home also to Michael and Peter Spierig, the directors and writers of the movie Predestination) to the top of Australia's highest peak (Mount Kosciuszko) and back.
I wrote about crossing paths with Chad Morgan in my last post in the red link below -
Women Are Always Right?-)
But going to see Chad was something I had not planned on doing when I left Brisbane, as I had no idea he would be playing down where I would be staying for the night before heading off to Canberra the next day to visit my son and watch my football team the Sharks play the Canberra hometown-side.
|View of Mount Kosciuszko from the east with snow.|
|Me on top of Mount Kosciuszko April 21st, 2016.|
It all seemed like an accidental initiation, as my friend Andras Jones would probably say, to a larger one that I'm now on.
I'm still digesting that road trip and have quite a few more posts yet to write about it, as it definitely was an important pivot point in my life, I feel.
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