Thankful, Not Lucky
I use to wish I could win the Powerball. Just one time, it would change my life drastically. I would buy tickets to travel around the world, help my friends achieve their dreams, buy a house, most of the stuff we would want.
And every time I play, and I lose, I curse out loud that some lucky bastard is going to have their life changed forever. And I would have to go back to my desk job, still daydreaming about the day I could walk out of my office, thinking life was going to be that much better.
But then I read that 70% of lottery winners go bankrupt. Professional athletes whom our society deem as lucky to live the luxurious lifestyle of the fast women, cars, parties, 80% go broke in the first five years.
Who knew being lucky was bad?
We see lucky as mostly financial. If someone is successful at business, we anoint those people as lucky, not hard working. When we see someone who has all the things we want, the house, family, job, we think they are lucky instead of being happy for them. We become envious because we want what they have so we call them lucky as if the universe favored them more than us or they had a long tab of Good Karma they were ready to cash in.
We should just be thankful for what we have. That’s being lucky.