The Lucky One -

We romanticize the lottery winner, the person who gets the last slice of pizza, the soldier in Nicholas Sparks’ novel The Lucky One who survives a blast to find a photograph in the rubble. But survival isn't statistical luck—it is often just the cumulative result of a thousand mundane choices.

But here is the question I’ve been turning over in my mind: Is luck something you are , or something you notice ?

The "lucky" moments, however, are almost always silent. The brake that worked. The text that was sent three minutes late, which inadvertently avoided a traffic jam. The cough that made you stay home the night of a party you didn't really want to attend. The Lucky One

You are The Lucky One. Do you consider yourself lucky? Or do you make your own luck? Let me know in the comments.

Perhaps it isn't the person who never gets hurt. Perhaps it is the person who, despite the flat tires and the missed flights, still believes the next light will turn green. We romanticize the lottery winner, the person who

So, who is The Lucky One ?

We all know someone who seems to have a horseshoe in their back pocket. The one who catches the green light every time, who finds a twenty-dollar bill on the day their coffee machine breaks. We call them "The Lucky One." The "lucky" moments, however, are almost always silent

Think about your own life. The "unlucky" days are the ones that go off the rails: the flat tire, the missed flight, the email that gets buried. Those moments are loud. They demand attention.

The Paradox of the Lucky One