Chance…is defined as follows:
the absence of any cause of events that can be predicted,understood, or controlled: often personified or treated as apositive agency: Chance governs all.
luck or fortune: a game of chance.
a possibility or probability of anything happening: a fifty-percent chance of success.
an opportune or favorable time; opportunity: Now is yourchance.
Chance, I suppose is the law of “what the fuck ever”…lol
Well, Chance to me is a bundle of instances where shit wasn’t in my control…so yea that’s life. This dude Chance be showing up RIGHT when shit go down. He wanna be all up in the roll of the dice. He wanna be all up in it when love comes…he wanna be all up in it when you play the Lotto…
Then again…I always loved that portion of Monopoly. When I got to pull a Chance card. Never knew if you’d get a “Get out of jail free” card…or end up passing go. On the other hand…you could end UP in jail and not pass go or collect a DAMN thing, but the fun was in not knowing.
I’d like to say that I’ve utilized the chances given to me about 80+% of the time. I don’t always LIKE the chances thrown at me, but I normally roll with the punches.
By chance, I’ve met some wonderful friends…and met a few that I could’ve gone my entire life without knowing.
By chance, I’ve loved and lost…and loved and lost again…but, that’s actually something I’ll leave to the presence of God’s gift of grace and not Chance…I’ll “take my chances” with God since HE is love.
Chance is an interesting spin, I believe…on the explanation of that which we don’t understand. I suppose…Chance IS God…taking over and putting us in the place He needs us to be at the time He feels is best. So perhaps I got it a little twisted and Chance is really God’s helpmate…:)
I was watching “Real Chance at Love” and these hoes done lost they Rabid Ass Rabbit minds! For those that don’t know, this is a reality show spun off from a spin off. Real and Chance are brothers who both vied for New York’s love….who once…no TWICE vied for Flavor Flav’s love…who was in love with Brigette Nielson. *phew* Now, that you’re caught up…
WHAT THE WILLIE BO BO IS WRONG WITH THESE SILLY HO HOES?
Chance, challenges his “stable” of chicks on their “love” for him…buy having them get tats for him. One chick gets a “K” on her neck…and her own name doesn’t begin with one. HIS real name is Kamal. One chick is getting the word “Stallionaires” on her shoulder which is the trademark the 2 brothers share for their music company. Now, there’s a chick they call “Rabbit” who actually ISN’T out of her mind and gets a Chinese symbol. She tells him it means chance, but it really means love…now THAT hoe is smart! LMAO
I know people get tattoos for people all of the time. Love makes you do ignorant shit…I’m sure we’ve all been there at one time or another…but, this takes the cake. FIRST of all, I am not marking my body for NO mofo. I barely wanna put my own name on me. (Even though I’m considering an alternative and getting Kiwi) but still…to do this for someone who hasn’t even chose your ass yet is outdamnrageous! What if this dumb hoe loses? Then she’s got a K on her ass for as long as she CAN’T afford to have it removed.
I mean, the prize ain’t even money…shit. It’s THEM negroes…and we all know what happened on all of the countless “love” series on VH1. EVERY LAST ONE has broken up. (Because they need to do a part 2 for ratings) So, um…do you know what is wrong with these people? Can someone tell me that “I” am the one inhaling noxious fumes…cuz this be some BULLSHIT! Would you do this for someone? Have you? Don’t be scurred. LOL