Over the course of my life I have come to realize I am either the luckiest man who ever lived or Providence is, in fact, looking out for me.
Everything I have wanted in life, I have gotten. Every bad situation I have wanted out of, I have gotten out of. Everything I have thought I wanted but would have turned out to be bad for me, I have managed to stay away from or get away from before it was too late.
I keep thinking no one could be as lucky as I am.
For some reason, I have a bad habit of undervaluing myself. There have been girls that I really wanted to go out with, to get to know, and in each instance, luck or Providence has shown me the error of that decision, by giving me the chance or by rescuing me before I got that far. Some of those choices I made could have been disastrous.
Either the girl met someone else and I was left out, or cooler heads prevailed and I didn’t pursue things. The amusing angle on that has been the luck the girls have with the new boyfriend’s they passed on me for. It’s a 100% failure rate and almost every time it doesn’t last a week.
But, since I do not accept being “plan B,” they can consider it to be a double failure, because not only does that relationship not work out, but they’ve blown it with me, as well.
So, I have learned to just trust in fate because it’s track record is flawless and considering the amount of trouble or bad luck I could have had at this point in my life (I’m 40), I’m about as lucky as I could possibly be.
Life isn’t good, life is great. It’s fun getting up every day and seeing not only what life has in store for me, but what is going on around me. I feel almost indestructible, maybe not in a physical way, but definitely in an emotional way.
It’s a good feeling to know that someone, somewhere is looking out for me and keeping me from the pitfalls that appear to be catching everyone else.
I never believed in karma or people getting “paid back” for their sins until this year. Now I have seen it for myself, and its enjoyable to watch.
Peace, and God bless.