I never believed myself to be a lucky person. I actually believed that I was unluckier than others. It seemed that wherever I went a storm cloud followed me. Everything I touch wilted. Nothing I did ever seemed to succeed. Yet I kept trying, telling myself I would succeed someday. And I still haven’t. Is there such thing as luck? Are some people luckier than others? How come other people did this and that and not me? How come everything I do inevitably fails?
…Then I realized. I was not more unlucky than anyone else. I failed more because I tried more. I fell harder because I took more risks. I put myself in more complicated situations because I wanted to succeed. The more I wanted to succeed the more complicated my life got. The more complicated my life got, the more I failed. I broke more stuff because I bought more things. I lost more money because I made more. The more I had the more I lost.
Finally I figured it out. Those who are luckier than me combined their opportunities with preparation. They were in the right place at the right time. I wasn’t. I was perpetually in the wrong place at the wrong time because I was ill-prepared and desperate. It wasn’t all about taking risks, but rather combining it with foresight, which I lacked.
In the future I will have more foresight, and then maybe I will be luckier.