My husband doesn’t believe in luck. He believes in fate.
Luck is chance considered as a force that causes good or bad things to happen.
Fate is the development of events beyond a person’s control. An inevitable and often adverse end.
Destiny, Providence. Serendipity. Kismet. Fortuity.
The dictionary says these terms are synonymous. My husband says they’re not.
When luck is involved, chance is a considered as a force….
Fate is a development of events – beyond control.
Chance as a force with a cause.
An inevitable end.
I believe I’m lucky. I find four leaf clovers all the time. I won a Golden Horseshoe in the 8th grade. I have a backbone and a wishbone.
But my belief in luck, possibly like my husband’s belief in fate, is neither here nor there.
Life is hard. Life is really hard – for everybody. No one is exempt from struggle, pain, catastrophe.
What about happiness?
Does everyone have happiness, joy to go along with the hardships? Maybe not.
Perhaps bad luck or bad fate may be inevitable but happiness is a choice.
I do actually believe that many people live without joy – but that living, that existence is, in my opinion, more about choice than chance.
Ultimately, we all benefit or suffer from certain serendipitous events that we may perceive as a boon or a curse. Sometimes in retrospect the boons are revealed as curses and the curses as blessings.
Maybe life happens to all of us in an infinite series of moments and events that we choose to define as good or as bad. As luck or as fate. As true or false. As joy or as misery.
Maybe we’re lucky because we think we think we are. Maybe considering yourself ill fated isn’t fair or even honest. Like I said, bad things happen to us all. If you live through it, you can choose how you let it define you.
I find four leaf clovers all the time because I look for them. I won a Golden Horseshoe because I studied for the test. I have a wishbone but I know that my backbone is the maker of my luck. I know that I’m lucky because I decided to be.