The sheep crossing the runway don’t appear to care about flight delays, just as the highway worker holding the stop sign doesn’t concern himself with your doctor’s appointment. Various aspects of life have their own schedules and accidents occasionally happen.
Life is a tangle of near misses and head-on smacks. We meander through it hoping for the best, while expecting it to come out wrinkle free. When it all works, we call it luck, and when that stray sheep chooses to lay down and rest in the middle of the runway, or the sharp edge of that pothole blows out your tire, we label it bad luck.
But is that it? Just good and bad, no in between, like a little bit lucky, or mostly lucky? Are there degrees of luck? Of all the things in this world to be good at, wouldn’t you think that mastering luck would head the list? If a person could figure out how to be lucky 100% of the time, wouldn’t that be a goal worth striving for?
Just my luck, I’d figure it all
out and quickly fly to Las Vegas, only to have my plane, upon arrival, hit a
sheep.
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