A picture is worth a thousand words… or in this case, three. Dumb luck is probably the coolest thing that fate and all those other phantoms have to offer. I’m not a huge predestination fan, because that means no matter what we do or how hard we work, the ending credits have already been written… so it doesn’t matter. We cannot change the course of our path because it’s already been mapped out.
Dumb luck can get you out of a potentially horrible situation. Dumb luck can get you into a potentially wonderful situation. Dumb luck is win win. This thing has gotten me out of so many bad situations that I briefly considered opening up some sort of worshiping center. But as I thought more and more about it, dumb luck isn’t about being worshiped. It can be there when you need it, but if you rely on it too much it will leave you colder than a freeze pop in January. You can’t call it, you can’t depend on it, but if you need it and you are deemed worthy, it may just get you out of a jam.
The one bad thing about dumb luck is that after it saves your bacon, you have an opportunity to reflect on the past events that led up to its saving you. That reflection more often than not reveals a nugget of truth and a question: “How could I have been so stupid?!” This question is invariably followed with a self slap to the forehead and more thinking.
I’m telling you all this because it’s true.
