Happy ThanksGiving!

 Below is a poem that I wrote and wanted to share. 

I hope it can inspire us all  this holiday season to be thankful. 

Luck

               Luck means different things to different people.  Webster’s defines luck as chance or fortune, good or ill. I’ve heard it said that luck is only a product of hard work and determination. I work hard and if nothing else can be called determined so does this make me lucky? I have days when I feel luckier than others and yet I can’t say that on those days I worked harder or felt more determined. Luck can be good or bad and can happen to anyone without reason or rhyme. Some even believe that luck is driven by the idea of karma that your good luck will be found by being good to yourself and others. Luck, it seems to me, is a combination of all of these ideas, this I believe.

           In life, sometimes it’s hard to remember how lucky we are. Generally, I feel pretty lucky, in the good way.  I feel especially lucky when I pass a tragic accident or a blind person being led slowly along by a faithful guide dog and only their remaining senses to help them feel their way safely. Is it their bad luck that caused the accident or led to the loss of their sight?  Is it my good luck that it wasn’t me? I see many people who don’t ever have these “interventions” as I like to refer to them, those humbling experiences that make the lucky person stop and take notice of the good fortune in their lives and say a silent prayer for those whose bad luck is changing their world without warning or sympathy. One thing is certain, I am thankful for the good and bad luck that is my life because without the bad luck there can’t be good luck, this I believe.

            Life passes by like a shooting star, fast and sometimes blinding but in all beautiful, bright and brilliant. The lucky stop to appreciate life in all its colors and accept its quickness. The unlucky are those who are too busy looking at everyone else’s world, comparing possessions which rarely include how much more love they have than another or how much healthier and happier they are compared to their neighbor. The unlucky will, however, talk about how much faster their car is or how much bigger their television is. The unlucky can’t see the true luck inside of them simply because they aren’t looking. This is the blindness of life, it afflicts us all at one time or another and sometimes it takes some bad luck to help us see again and realize that fortune is really  measured by happiness not our material possessions, this I believe.  

     

               My good luck lies in the fact that I can see the brilliance of my life, I do work hard to be a better person and am determined to fight through the blindness in order to experience the true luck of internal peace and happiness. Everyone is lucky in the good way; it’s just their bad luck if they don’t stop to see it, and this I believe.