Some say luck is for the weak,
That hardwork is the key,
But what do they know of destiny?
Of fated encounters and serendipity?
Do they know of your frayed nerves and sweaty palms?
Of your anxiety-feeling as though all your efforts were ultimately lost?
No, they don't.
They only cheer "break a leg",
They always wish, "all the best".
This casual approach to fortune is enough to make you angry,
To believe that fortune is only worth for flattery and fake realities.
And maybe there is no such thing as destiny and it's all in our mind,
But what we know is,
There is hope,
A hope for a better future,
A hope for a better chance,
A hope to persevere and be a better person,
And if luck fuels that hope, then maybe,
Fortune and luck isn't so bad after all.
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You don't need to believe in something to accept it's presence. After all, if hope could survive Pandora's box all these eons, then we can also pass this storm.
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