How much coincidence can still be considered "coincidence"?

Is there a limit for coincidence? And how much coincidence can a weekend hold?
Coincidence can be very surprising, even amusing. But I realised that it can also reach a point where it almost appears frightening! When you feel part of a very odd scenario that you know is very unlikely to happen. Almost like a chessman in a match who is the only figure that is not moved around...
How coincidential is it that two people meet. Two people who have nothing to say any more, who live different lives and don't share any thoughts any more. How likely is it that their paths meet at a bus stop at 3 o'clock in the morning? Two people in a city of 7,5 million? And 17,500 bus stops!
The chances to meet random Londoners are quite high, due to that opulent pool of people. But again, how are the odds to find a soul mate on the way to the lavatory? A person who happened to be "in the way" and who turned out to be able to think alike and to read your mind? You discover more commonness with this "random" person then you think it would be possible in one weekend.
It is really random or is it meaningful? Should I stop calling it coincidence and consider it fate? May be there is something like karma and fate is having its through of the dice sometimes. Chess is strategy. Can coincidence be part of a strategy too?
I should take it as an opportunity. Opportunities never keep to any mathematical rules and appear at the strangest moments.

The "backside" of arts

You think museums are just an uninspired and
outmoded programme for rainy Sundays? You are wrong! Completely wrong!

I often earn rolling eyes trying to find company for a museum trip. But some of these cultural institutions, such as London's Victoria & Albert Museum, offer some exceptional insights into arts - arts that literally enthuse!
From striptease in the storeroom, the prominent display of adorable six packs to the most breathtaking firm buttocks ever seen - the museum offered a full jaw-dropping programme!
There is so much to discover, and it's worth a look "behind" the scenes! If you are fed up with beer bellies, go to the museum! The Greek and Roman sculpture department can be unbelievable inspirational.

See arts with different eyes and go beyond the obvious!

Love is a losing game

Today is the sadest day, cause my love is gone away
I am left and caught in pain

Love gave life a reason,
but all of a sudden everything feels meaningless.
The greatest feelings that kept me going turn to self-destructive and heart-renting sorrow.

The more intense the love the more shattering the suffer?
How can this be reasonable?

All that's left behind is an empty space,
and nothing to remind me but my memories of our time.

Love fools with an imaginary believe in infinity
It made hearts go open without a thought
and hurts when feelings are most vulnerable.
We know the trick but still join the game.

The leading part of life - the future - is gone
And all that's left is loneliness.
It's putting rain in my eyes, tears in my dreams, knifes in my heart.
Faith leaves me like the falling leafes outside my window.

Why does it cause so much pain?
Why can it be so devascating?
How can you just turn your back and walk away like this?

Love is a loosing hand and it's like playing a loosing game.
The house will always win.
But still we can't help playing again and again
Against all odds of a reasonable mind.

Happiness is not for nothing...