Serendipity

A lot of things happening in my life center around the word serendipity.  Not just serendipity as sheer chance with unknown reasons.  But serendipity as one carries with himself or herself the ultimate faith in life as he or she “learns to get along with life.”

I love coffee shops too much that blowing into them my philosophical musings is nothing but natural.  I stumbled upon my most favorite places thanks to serendipity and thanks to faith. 

For instance, because our first restaurant for Chung’s birthday was full, we went to another one.  Next to that one, we saw a quaintly-looking French café bistro named Le jardin de Sao Mai.  From its pictures of the walk downtown Paris, traversing Le Tour de Eiffel, the gardens, the bridge, the boulevard, to the menu full of cheese and croissants, to the many colors windows, all warm my heart.  

Next one, I stumbled upon l’Usine while on my way to the Japanese restaurant nextdoor.  Yet, the Japanese restaurant was closed, leaving me with not many options but to check out l’Usine.  A full space for … space and creativity.  The best cakes and quiche in town.  L’Usine gives me this this-is-different-from-anything-else-in-the-city feeling.  Nothing is particularly beautiful, nor does it carry the meticulous air like French café shops.  Yet, the history is stunning.  It was a dance studio, a library, a house since the 1800s.  No doubt, l’Usine is on my list of cool places to check out with friends.

Similarly, I found this beautiful grass yard on Intercontinental because we were banned to stay at the rooftop private lounge!  Little did I know how I could have such a fresh view of the central city landmarks from this green field. 

Serendipity did not come to me when I was stuck with my closed walls and doors.  Only when I set myself to serenity and happiness could happy serendipities start to come. 

 Thank you, for coming.