Many thoughts sift through my mind
I write them for another time
Perhaps I’ll use them up just now
Or put them into verse somehow
I struggle to express myself
The words just end up on a shelf
A clutter deep and beautiful
Striving to be exceptional
I can’t escape from my own mind
These thoughts, they are so unkind
Leaving me to my own vice
Continue to pay a heavy price
Please help me to escape this hell
I feel so very very unwell
I’m lost and feeling all alone
I don’t know which way to go
No, I really do know where to go
It’s getting there, oh I don’t know
The world travels ever on
And so I wait until I’m gone
I know this seems like tragedy
No, no, it’s mere mortality
Perhaps I’m stuck inside a rut
I need something, I don’t know what
Just let me be, for I can see
This feeling will forever be
I’ll crawl my way back to my hole
And hide within my darkened soul
Do you believe in luck?
As morning began to shuffle the deck and cast the day’s first lot, my son, perchance, arrived at my bedside. Upon giving his good morning hug, he noticed a penny on the table next to the bed.
“Oh look, a penny!” he declared. Hope and ambition radiated from his countenance.
“Wait, it’s tails up. I don’t want bad luck for the day.” This caused me to chuckle.
Before I could respond, he responded. “I know how to fix this.”
Determined to begin the day with good luck, he brushed the penny to the floor. He stood over the penny in observation, beaming with a sense of pride.
“Look it’s heads up now!” He exclaimed and promptly reached down and retrieved it. Without another word and with extra pep-in-his-step, he left the room.
I chuckled again but took a moment to see the learning experience.
Our destiny lies ahead of us. We embark with eyes of ambition. While on our journey, we’re met with moments of uncertainty and tasks that seem insurmountable. We can either accept the perceived inevitability or make the most of our circumstances. Flip, kick, or simply turn that coin over. Create your own good fortune and luck. Face the insurmountable and make it achievable.
Good luck, bad luck, a stroke of luck or down on your luck. It matters not.
Be the author of your own luck.