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On Seeing a Shooting Star

Published about 2 months ago • 1 min read

The idea of luck is absurd.

What does being lucky or finding luck actually mean?

The idea that, being in the right place at the right time, is so foreign to me, I've paid little attention to it.

Recently, waking up early has been tough. Getting out of bed before 6 is a big win. Yet, I decided to be a bit more hopeful and about a week ago set my alarm for 5am.

This morning was unusual. I sprang out of bed with a little more energy than usual. A decent night sleep, reminding myself that I could wake up earlier and a friend arranged a morning Yoga session, helped quite a bit.

I live in a beautiful tropical Island in the middle of the Indian Ocean. Most people won't sit outside before dawn, in the middle of winter. Queue Mauritius, I can sit on the balcony, stare at the beautiful surroundings and not be bothered too much by the wind.

Then there it was. My boyfriend and I were talking nonchalantly, when we suddenly saw a shooting star. Although short lived, we watching this bright shining object, with a long trail shoot down to earth.

It got me thinking. Luck, this purely abstract idea, is merely being ready.

How much have I missed searching for new friends, ideas, better work? What is holding me back from magical movements? Can it be that I am just not preparing to be in the right place at the right time?

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Luck is when an opportunity comes along and you're prepared for it.

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2022-07-19

My name is Sasha

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