Luck chance accident
Walking through the streets of Prague in the evening – don’t run. Everyone else is running!
Stop in your tracks; stop and listen to the music; listen to the mellow music meld into tangible
salve for the soul. Coming across these refined musicians is all by chance; displaying their finely honed skill and art on a street corner. It is painful one to see the cup with only a few coins in it. The joy of the art; the skill of the artist – what luck!
No accident finds the next street alive with pure strains of a well trained voice; the beauty of which is beyond description.
No! Don’t run because everyone else is running.