But here is the question I’ve been turning over in my mind: Is luck something you are , or something you notice ?
The "lucky" moments, however, are almost always silent. The brake that worked. The text that was sent three minutes late, which inadvertently avoided a traffic jam. The cough that made you stay home the night of a party you didn't really want to attend. The Lucky One
Think about your own life. The "unlucky" days are the ones that go off the rails: the flat tire, the missed flight, the email that gets buried. Those moments are loud. They demand attention. But here is the question I’ve been turning
The Paradox of the Lucky One