A young Persian gardener interrupts his prince in the middle of his walk and implores:

-Please, save me. I met the Death in the morning and it made me a threat gesture. Let me borrow your fastest horse; I'd like to be in Ispahan tonight, far away from here.

The prince agrees and in the afternoon he meets the Death and asks:

-Why did you make a threat gesture to my gardener?
-It wasn't a threat gesture but a surprise one, since he was very far from Ispahan, where I must take him tonight.

Every decision
we make
shapes a new reality.

Are our destinies a mix of passion, decision, maybe a tad of luck?

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