Since little, I've always been skeptical about 'Luck'. I used to believed, that those who followed were the ones who only prayed for miracles instead of earning it with your own blood, sweat and tears. But now, when I look back, it wasn't so stupid after all.
Like love, Luck comes in different ways and forms, and it intrigues me how much it impacted me over the years. Though, I never would've thought I'd realise it THIS way.
I don't know what led me to write this chapter, but I suddenly made a realization about this whole... thing. I guess, you could say I'm envious. Jealous of the people who're lucky enough to find a partner. Someone to share. Someone to love. I'm not questioning my privileges, but I wondered. It must be nice to have luck in love. I never was a candidate to them nor I would've thought I needed it.
I'm lucky to be born in this country, I feel safe.
I'm lucky to be born in this household, I feel loved.
I'm lucky to be born as a happy-go-lucky girl.
But,
I'm not lucky enough to have someone who likes me back.
