Lucky Duck

Luck is when you’ve done everything right and you actually receive what you’ve been working towards. Luck is when you’ve done everything right and you don’t get what you’ve been working towards. Luck is when something you haven’t sought winds up in your lap. Luck is when you sit still and nothing happens. It’s not getting what you want because you think you’re deserving of it. That’s just ego and luck.

A race car driver can be the best guy on the track and have the best car but he’s only likely to win if his luck holds out. That means he doesn’t get tangled up with guys he’s lapping and winds up being the third car in a two car accident. That’s luck, in this case bad luck. That means his clutch or any of the 10,000 other components that make up his car, 10,000 man-made therefore imperfect parts, don’t pick that day to fail. Again, that would be bad luck but not divine intervention. Your kid, wife, husband, drowns and the paramedics spend a 1/2 hour to resuscitate them and they sputter back to life. Thank the paramedics profusely and be glad you got the right kind of luck.

Face it, some stuff you just can’t predict or control – control is a deceptive illusion. What you have is the randomness of the universe to tangle with but we try to find patterns in the noise. We do that because we’re hunters and gatherers by birth. We are successful as a species because we can read signs and trails and infer at the end is either dinner or danger. If we couldn’t we wouldn’t have survived this long without the alternative of having our food walk up and sit on our plates… we’re always practicing pattern recognition. And frequently seeing things that aren’t there. The brain is a funny thing.

There is no pattern in a random universe, just luck.

Credit yourself and others for their hard work and keep moving down the trail that doesn’t exist.

Challenge: What Can I Write In 15 minutes…

Pretty good day today in the city. Day 300 for me or thereabouts since moving in with the gf. Mostly moving in. Still closing out my apartment back in the Garden State… which I know I will miss terribly although I never really made it much of a home due to bouts of unemployment interleaved with bouts of being out in the city… err, trying to socialize. I’ll miss the convenient, and free, outdoors. In the city it’s much more limited and typically comes with a price tag.

It was a pretty good day in the sense that it was hot and dry, no clammy humidity turning my shirt into something with the weight of a bullet proof jacket… and the things that bug me about it didn’t bug me as much. Yeah I had to walk through a cloud of pungent urine vapor in the same stretch of blocks on Henry Street, but at least today I didn’t see the guy responsible for it (Pee-Pee Man). Other days I’ve had to see him in action. Who pees on a mailbox in broad daylight? Further on my trip through Chinatown I noticed the absence of the usual smoking china boys with their angry anime hair styles. I swear, some days it’s like your endlessly trailing smoker after smoker. But not today. Even the fish stalls weren’t as odiferous as usual (I’m very smell oriented so this particularly kills me). But today was not so bad. Oh, and today I ended a job that I was glad that I had but it was time to move on.

Below is a pretty picture I took while on vacation recently.