Nic dwa razy się nie zdarza
i nie zdarzy. Z tej przyczyny
zrodziliśmy się bez wprawy
i pomrzemy bez rutyny.
This is lovely poem by Wisława Szymborska. There are things that seem to be constant and those that come and go in a blink of eye. Nothing happens twice. Chance comes unexpectedly. Once and never again. I felt it so deeply in my heart and soul it almost… Almost.
