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Luck and Misfortune

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 dont 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 losers 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?

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