Luck
A penny, a rabbit’s foot, a playoff beard all have one word in common. Luck. Why do people grow playoff beards? They grow them so that their favoured team does well during playoffs as they think it will bring their team luck. I don’t know the origin of why a rabbit’s foot would be lucky, nor do I know who coined the phrase “lucky penny” but I do know that I possess great quantities of luckiness. Did I just “jinx” myself? I suppose that if I believe in luck, I should believe in jinxes, but I don’t feel that I’m jinxing myself at all. I think part of the reason I am lucky is because I view things in a positive light.
I have my share of bad luck, where bad things happen to me I suppose, but I never really view anything as bad (unless I’m in a really depressed mood). I’m a big believer in “everything happens for a reason.” Also, I’m of the viewpoint that if things aren’t going according to plan, then you should be extremely happy. Why? If thing’s aren’t going according to your plan, then you should realize that they’re going according to God’s ultimate plan, and since God is a lot smarter than us, you should feel safe and secure in the fact that whatever is happening is going to eventually end up for the best! Life is so much simpler when you look at things that way. Some people may say that I have too much of a carefree attitude, or that I’m too blasé about things. I completely disagree. I chalk up a lot of things to luck and I do consider myself to be a very lucky girl, yes, but half of my luck is preparation. If something good happens to you and you’re not ready for it, then it’s a waste. You have to be prepared and do your share of the work, and then, when you do get lucky, you’re ready for it!
I’m lucky by just being born to the family I was born in. I’m lucky that I have the opportunities and freedom that I do have. I’m lucky that there’s nothing physically or mentally wrong with me (I mean in terms of illnesses, etc, not whether or not I look like a supermodel). I’m lucky because I have people who care deeply about me. I’m lucky because even though I’m such a forgetful person that I leave things everywhere…somehow or the other, I get it back in the end. A friend or a passerby might come after me with my wallet, or cell phone that I left behind, or I might come back to a car parked in a mall’s parking lot 2 hours later during peak Christmas season and find that the cell phone I had carelessly placed on the trunk was STILL THERE. I’m lucky that someone picked up my USB drive and handed it in to security. I’m lucky that I got exactly the grades I wanted to get this semester. I’m lucky, I just am.
