This is by far the most difficult one, and yet, the simplest. The other day my friend Señor and I were counting the blessings we have in our lives, and this week I have steered negative forces not away from me, but leaned into them, and then get them to leave apologetically. Luck? I have no real idea what that is. Lucky is where opportunity meets preparation I guess, with the third element of the gods cutting us a break.
|This is a hunter, who is terrible, but people love her anyway - and a bear or three. Can't see them all, but they're there.|
Luck may be in its essence a study in contrasts. This summer, I would find my head bobbing more than once in beat with Daft Punk's Get Lucky. When thinking of this post, I considered this song Lucky Man by Emerson, Lake, and Palmer and came across this very sad and touching video made by a daughter to her father who had passed. Lucky? All in perspective.
But perhaps, it's this: we make luck out of our failures, out of our disappointments, and then repackage them as pure joy.