Never Underestimate the Power of Luck

A very-very wise man Mick once said: "Never underestimate the power of luck!" Then Christopher Andersen recorded it in his book...And ever since I read it I was struggling to understand what it meant. You know those moments when you suddenly have the urge to take a pen and write down the quote on the margins of your planner? That.

I suddenly have a feeling that I got closer to understanding the meaning of this phrase. Today.

I have this new thing - I test my luck every day. I sometimes imagine the ideal,dream-like, the what-seems-like an impossible sequence of events that I wish happened today. And at times it works. For example, "I'll turn the corner and will definitely see X who I haven't seen in ages." Done. At times it doesn't work and the day is more like a sequence of disappointments...other times I feel like I alone could rule the world and solve all of its problems (jk I am a female so of course not).

But just today I realized that luck is not a mystical godly creation. No. It is a beautiful point on the map of your life when you thought about achieving X and were just a step away from taking everything into your own hands (as usual), but someone made that step for you. Someone chose the same location, picked up the phone just a second/an hour/a day before you did to say something meaningful or sent that one email you've been waiting for for months. But how often are we ready to create the moment of luck for others to then expect them to create one for us? Is it a proportionate mutual exchange? Is it even fair to think about it this way? Maybe it is, and our luck is interdependent?

This all seems like a pathetic attempt at justifying my fatalistic outlook on life. Like in Lermontov's the Hero of Our Times I could play the Russian roulette if I felt like it was "my day" and perhaps even succeed at it. So often I listen carefully to my gut. Beautiful and poetic as it is, it creates a fear of resolving things, seriously talking about them, and, most importantly deciding what I really want in life. It is almost I would make myself want anything that luck is likely to bring my way...But sometimes feelings stand in the way of this. And I just want to get away. Fly away.