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Luck

Yesterday, in a day when we felt luck plays a bigger part in life than we would care to admit, the day was topped with the clear evidence of it. As we watched the final of the women ice hockey, with the US winning since 20 seconds of game, we saw the last 5 minutes bring a turnaround, with the Canadians scoring 57 seconds to the end, as the ball (I know it's called something else) deviating by hitting the leg of the US defender and going straight in from there. Luck? This was just the beginning. As Canadians are playing without a goalkeeper, and the ball is hit without anyone else to the Canadian goal, it magically hits the bar and keeps out. Really lucky. And then as the Canadians are hit by a penalty during golden goal stage, the US also gets an unexplainable one only 16 seconds later, and a more explainable one 1 minute later. And that's it, Canada scores and I can't help but feeling upset. I don't even care about who wins, not like I was rooting for the US, not that I even follow ice hockey for the matter, but it just felt unfair that luck is so key.
And then you look back, B repeated bad luck, even though he does all by the book in keeping motivated and putting effort in. The car badly hit, fine, it happens and the lady left a note. But as you go deliver it to the garage you realise the car was also broken into. Not that B liked the GPS but the concept is just annoying. No luck at all for us. And although we feel blessed with how amazing C is, it would still be nice to feel lucky in something else sometimes. Brings me back to my post on praying for peace... None at the moment. 
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Anonymous said…
Read Buddhism (or Vedanta) as philosophy. It will do you good.
Your bald Indian friend
02 March, 2014 21:30
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