When I look back on my life, I now see a series of lucky
events. I clearly remember making conscious decisions on some of them. Other times, I felt like I was forced or left with no choice, and hence I
“decided” to stop fighting or wishing for a different result, and went with life
instead. What if I had made a different
choice? Here is the amazing thing: I am here reflecting, writing, and feeling
very much at peace with myself, regardless. This, to me, is the ultimate "Luck."
