Every since I was little, my sister always told me that I was a lucky kid. This is not to brag, but things just often came naturally and effortlessly for me. This came in the form of sport, school, and being an overall “likable” person. It even came in the form of pure dumb luck.
Take for example, my first time going to a casino. I won $300 on the first machine that I played. It was a silly Wheel of Fortune game and it was my first time gambling. Beginner’s luck as some would call it — I was 18. And to an 18-year-old, that seemed like a lot of money at the moment. Even to this day, I somehow frequently find money on the ground (This past Saturday, to be honest.)
In school, I made friends rather quickly and I never interviewed for a job that I didn’t get. Things always somehow just worked out for me. I never had to try very hard. But, that’s not to say that I didn’t put in the work to go along with it. I did.
But, to say that I’m a lucky person is a matter of perspective. And a matter of comparison analysis.
To me, I’d attribute my luck to my bubbly personality and being blessed with the ability to learn quickly and get things done right away. I also rarely deviated from the rules and was extremely obedient. And obviously, I also took advantage of every single opportunity I received.
However, in my eyes, even though things came a little easier for me in comparison to other people, I never really deemed myself as a lucky person. In the grand scheme of things, I actually considered myself less fortunate than the average middle class.
My parents immigrated from another country, knowing no one and having very little. They did this so they could give me the opportunities that I have now — And I am eternally grateful. But, growing up, we didn’t have everything.
Our house wasn’t huge. We never went to Disney World. We never had a dishwasher. I always had to work growing up. Going to college, I didn’t receive any financial aid from my parents — Every dime I had for college came directly from student loans.
Of course, this isn’t me dismissing the things that I did have. By no means were we poor. We got by. But, it was a humbling thing which taught me a lot about being thankfulness.
As I got older, I realized that the less you had, the more appreciative of a person you were because you know what it’s like to live with less. In turn, the more you know about actually being able to live with less, the easier it is for you to live with less.
So, where does luck fit into all of this?
People often envy those who are more fortunate than them. It’s a tough pill to swallow knowing that someone is simply born into a better circumstance than you.
And we can go on and on about the many ways someone can be more fortunate than another person — Race, family, financial status, popularity, the list goes on.
But at the end of the day, that’s exactly the truth you have to face —
People are simply born into they life they have.
We can’t pre-determine our circumstance. In essence, the answer is simple. Yes, some people are just born lucky. I know that’s not necessarily the answer you were hoping for. You’re probably thinking, “Okay, then I am screwed.”
The thing is, although some people are born lucky, (or in other terms, fortunate) that’s not to say that you can’t create your own luck.
And that’s by doing things that lead you to creating your own luck.
Take advantage of every opportunity you get while also creating new opportunities for yourself. Put in the work when the work is needed. Be someone that people enjoy being around — People are your biggest allies. Your network is your most valuable resource. You never know what one connection can mean to you or to other people.
Keep your eyes peeled. Keep your eyes peeled for doors that are ore open as well as doors that are closed. And every now and then, keep an eye out for money on the ground (Both literally and figuratively — and by figuratively, I mean the opportunities that lay at your feet).
Watch where you plant your feet, be mindful of your choices, and most of all, have faith that it will all work out — That’s the number one thing that keeps me going.