I’ve never been lucky with chances. I think it’s the main reason why I’ve always stayed on the safe side of everything throughout life. That strategy has worked out for me so far, but I still wonder what it feels like to be unexpectedly dealt with a winning hand from time to time. I marvel in awe at people who seem to almost always win at everything they decide to try their luck on.
For instance, my sister’s mother-in-law is amazingly lucky at playing bingo, I’ve never heard of the woman going home empty-handed when she decides it’s her lucky bingo day. I don’t think she has discovered the wonders of online bingo yet, but I am betting (how ironic, eh?) that when she does, she’ll be striking it rich in there as well.
I hardly ever play the game (or any game which requires pure luck to win, for that matter), so maybe that’s a huge factor. They say in luck you also have to be persistent, but my track record in these things is pretty discouraging. No, I’m not a defeatist in general. In fact, I stand firm in the fights of my life where hard work and not luck is involved. I call it selective defeatism, if there is even such a thing.
Does good luck rub off? If it does, then maybe I need to spend more time with my sister’s MIL, or that girl in the blogosphere I know who posts her winnings in her Facebook page more times than she posts personal statuses. I hope one of these days I get that lucky feeling, if only to feel the rush of winning by chance.