Luck isn't real
Not in the way most people think it is.
I live in a duplex with my 2 roommates and a shared door that connects us to a house of 3 junior boys. We hang out with them a lot, usually one just enters through our connecting door and all of a sudden it's 3 am and we're trying to figure out what the boys should be for Halloween. Dylan Nicks Nick Nguyen
Besides the point, I was talking to them about what I'd been up to since winter break. I hadn't seen them in awhile, as I had just got back from New York. I told them about my new job with Breaking and Entering Media , a podcast I came to find one of them listened to religiously.
"You're so lucky, how did you get that job??"
I paused.
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I get called lucky a lot. I fly standby on United Airlines because of my dad, who's a pilot. Standby, is all luck. My accuracy is 100% with getting on flights for free. It's insane, I know it's insane. I get called the luckiest standby every gate agent has ever encountered. When I was coming back from Vancouver this past summer, my return flight SFO to LAX only had 1 open seat. It was 10 pm, I would be stranded in San Francisco if I didn't make this flight. I told my dad there was no chance I wouldn't get the seat. He's learned to have faith in whatever luck I summon up when I'm in that position.
But, the more I think about luck, or the concept of it, it's not real. Back to the boys in the duplex, one said something along the lines of, "luck is all about spreading yourself out so far that you increase the space where luck can find you." Max Nelson good point.
That. That's what luck is. Luck is being proactive in your presence. As a person, digitally, emotionally, physically where you put yourself. It all increases your odds to meet luck somewhere along the way.
Luck and I encounter each other pretty often. But it's because I seek it out. I chase it and cover ground until it can't hide. I think a lot of life is way more in our control than we think, but that's for another blog.