Luck?

Ever wonder what it takes to be lucky?

Is there some inherent trait? A chemical or genetic thread that some people carry that generates luck that others some how lack? Is it just random? Or do people really make their own luck - for better or worse?

Have you ever tried concentrating when you roll the dice? Concentrating on what you want to come up? Do the dice treat you well? Do you often get the combination you are looking for, or at least have the numbers add up to what you want? Or are you more like the average Joe, with seemingly chaotic responses from those little cubes of chance?

Life it seems can often feel like a daily roll of the dice. You win or you lose. Sometimes the loss feels massive, though most of the time the days seem to balance out. A little good here. A little - OMG!, that really sucked there. But for the most part the daily teeter-totter swings into place and you balance on the tip of that little center triangle. (Thank God.)

As I stand here on tip toe, balancing precariously, and contemplating this issue of luck, it strikes me that my time might be better spent just stepping down. Why concern myself with luck at all? Better to ignore the dice, ignore the daily ups and downs and concentrate on the large view.

Perhaps we make our own luck simply by embracing our lives as they are. Wishing for what we do not have and perhaps cannot have is not likely to make us feel lucky (or happy). Finding what it is that we already have that is of significant worth, now there is a place for solid ground.
A place of calm in the center of any storm.

In stepping from my teeter-totter and in pitching my dice into the nearest trash can, I find myself looking at brand new vistas. I have so much that luck does not even seem an appropriate word to embrace my world. I need a bigger, stronger word to describe it. Luck is just too small.

Not that I am dispensing with the concept all together - having the day to day benefits are great. It is just good to be centered enough to know that I don't have to live on luck alone.

I wonder now, for those who feel lucky all the time, the ones who are always concentrating on the roll of the dice, is life scary? Or do they carry the confidence in their winning streak so close to their hearts that every day is just another chance to win?