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Lucky People

One of the greatest gifts my father gave me was the core belief that I was lucky. I believed it—because he believed it.

“I’d rather be lucky than good” was a phrase I heard often, especially when things just seemed to fall into place.

As someone who struggled to learn in the way school was structured, I began to see luck not just as chance, but as a kind of talent—something I could lean into, trust, and even develop. In a world where I didn’t always feel traditionally capable, believing I was lucky became my superpower.

But my father didn’t leave success up to luck alone. When I asked him questions about life or work, he’d often respond in his best imitation of his old Jewish boss:

“You vaunt nice things? You have to vork hard.”

And he knew no one succeeds alone. He constantly preached the importance of building a “Bud Network”—a trusted group of people you can rely on and grow with.

Put those three together—believing you're lucky, working hard, and surrounding yourself with good people—and you have the framework I’ve relied on ever since.

This post is dedicated to him and my deep gratitude for the gift of luck. 

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Imagine, if you will, that life is an intricate dance—a cosmic play where each step, each turn, is both spontaneous and perfectly in harmony with the whole. Now, think of luck not as a random gift from the universe, but as a recognition of your own alignment with the flow of existence.

When you believe you are lucky, you are not merely hoping for good fortune to fall into your lap. You are attuning yourself to the subtle rhythms of life, seeing opportunities in every twist and turn. You become a co-creator of your own destiny, noticing the golden threads woven into the fabric of your everyday experiences.

Picture a traveler who walks a path with a sense of wonder. They see each encounter, each challenge, not as a barrier, but as a doorway. And because they believe themselves to be lucky, they move through life with a graceful ease, drawing out the best from every situation. They see that luck is not a gift given to a few, but a state of being available to all who choose to embrace it.

So, when you believe you’re lucky, you are, in essence, aligning yourself with the universe’s natural abundance. You become a magnet for serendipity, and life unfolds before you like a beautiful, ever-changing tapestry. In that way, luck isn’t something that happens to you—it’s something you awaken within yourself by recognizing the magic in every moment.

And so, the story goes that those who believe they are lucky often find themselves on paths where fortune seems to smile, not because the universe is biased, but because they have chosen to dance in harmony with the grand, mysterious flow of life. And in that dance, they find that luck is simply the universe’s way of affirming their belief in its infinite possibilities.

Believe things will always work out for you... And it's not "If" its When. 




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