Are some people really luckier than others, or is it all in their heads?
Is it possible all unpleasant days when things don’t go your way and you tell folks that your luck has changed are creations of a mindset that thinks what it does for the lone purpose of stirring up something with which to stimulate itself? Perhaps you have a little Drama Queen working in your life.
Wise ones have written that to see this fact is to realize that you are not this temporary state of mind or the associated wheelbarrow of melancholy crap that it carries around — which further means you need never again consent to the captivity inherent in trying to sort out its anguish.
Luck may indeed be, as has been said by business and sport legends, a dividend of hard work and sweat & tearsand if you work fourteen hours a day, seven days a week, you just mightget lucky.
In the end, I would rather adhere to the Hickey Principle that states I must love life the same even when I don’t understand why it appears to suck.
I keep going back to that fundamental hypothesis that I must fall back on. The only way that my mind and my head and my aging body can be all together at once is when I am on my metaphorical beach watching a sunset and watching love unite them in me expressed as a single divine intention.
Bon Chance or whatever you want to call it.