This poem reexamines the human
perception and psychology embedded in the notion of “luck” and “misfortune.”
It explores the tendency to rationalize events by attributing them to fate, the
realities shaped by time and others, and the use of luck as an excuse. Rather
than defining what luck is, the poem reflects on the human condition that
clings to it, quietly approaching the essence of how we live.
“Luck and Misfortune”
Luck and misfortune are left to the wind.
Winning and losing are two sides of the
same coin.
If I don’t think
that way, I cannot endure.
Such is this harsh and heartless world.
Luck and misfortune are left to time.
When it hits, I call it luck and steady
myself.
When it misses, I call it misfortune and
lose heart.
Whether I am rewarded is left to the tide
of fortune.
In times with no clear future, is this mere
empty talk?
Luck and misfortune are left to others.
Some seize their chances.
Some miss them and fall into despair.
To make use of it or lose it—I stake
myself.
Is this just the delusion of a world
steeped in evil?
Luck and misfortune lie in the wonder of
encounters.
There are those who grant luck,
those who bring it with them.
To rise or fall—I take the gamble.
Is this a trial that questions our choices?
Luck and misfortune lie in the mystery of
fate.
To resign oneself, believing misfortune is
fixed,
to abandon all, saying luck never comes—
a loser’s spirit
seeps into the bones.
Do we curse this accursed world?
Are luck and misfortune merely excuses?
When fortune turns, we boast of our
ability.
When we fail, we blame misfortune.
Is believing in luck proof of our unease?
For now, we accept it as a way to navigate
this world.
Written on April 20, 2026.
Why is it that we lament over luck and
misfortune?