Do you ever wonder what it’s like to walk in someone else shoes?
Do you carry a black cloud?
I always wondered what it was like to be someone else, not that I want to be, but the curiosity was there, I love who I am, but I don’t love my luck. Some might say If I didn’t have bad luck, I wouldn’t have any at all.
If I was asked to choose a blender out of twenty, this is what would happen. They would give me nineteen that are in perfect shape and one that was broken: that’s the one I would choose. No, I don’t like broken blenders, but I seemed to be drawn to them. This kind of luck has followed me throughout life, and I don’t know how to get rid of it.
Have you ever had this kind of luck?
Could it be just a dark cloud?
I thought about that over the years, and I may be right, or I could be way off, but I think luck doesn’t really exist. I believe hard work gets you to where you want to be in life and without it, you get nowhere.
Do I believe in dark clouds, yes! I know because I have one.
So here is to all your hard work, may you get whatever your heart desires and be blessed with all the love and riches you can find out of life.