Everyone wants to get lucky.
There’s a saying that goes: Luck is when preparedness meets opportunity. That sounds really good and all, but what if you don’t prepare and luck just happens anyway? Is it still considered luck, or just chance? Is there a difference?
Here are some more sayings:
“If a man who cannot count finds a four-leaf clover, is he lucky?” – Stanislaw J. Lec
“I believe in luck; how else can you explain the success of those you don’t like?” – Jean Cocteau
“Nobody gets justice. People only get good luck or bad luck.” Orson Welles
“Do you feel lucky?” – Clint Eastwood
“You lucky bastard!” – Clever Girl
I think as Americans we’re pretty goddamned lucky if you think about it.
Wasn’t it luck that brought disease to this country so we could steal it from the Indians?
Wasn’t it luck that Bernie Madoff was overlooked by the SEC, time and time… and time again?
Wasn’t it luck that the internet turned out to be a perfect haven for idiots to say and do anything they wanted?
But the questions is: was it luck that I found some delicious chicken tortilla soup, or was it because I’ve prepared myself by eating a lot of goddamned chicken tortilla soup and it was only a matter of time before I found some that was delicious… meaning that my preparedness finally met its opportunity?
I don’t know… maybe, maybe not. Delicious, homemade soup is hard to come by. I’m not sure it’s something that just happens, like Ponzi schemers and the SEC overlooking them… time and time again.. and the greedy, idiot investors who think they can score returns higher than 10 percent… I mean let’s face it, those things just happened!
I guess I was lucky that my friend Krazy Kathy invited me to Yolanda’s in Camarillo to get some of their delicious chicken tortilla soup, but I don’t want that to negate all the hard work I’ve done in searching for some delicious CTS because it’s been a long road spending countless hours trying out different ones. Anyway, Yolanda’s makes an excellent CTS! It’s the brothy kind, which I like, not thick, goopy kind, which I don’t, and it has chunks of tender chicken and sweet veggies, all topped with melty cheese (that I ask them to leave off since I don’t want to have to work my way through goopy cheese to get to the good stuff) and crunchy tortilla strips that soften in the hot broth and thicken it, just like I like! It’s a heart-warming bowl of goodness, even in hundred degree weather!
I’ve been to many places that make the stuff, only to become disappointed, but I persevered because I knew that one day I would find a good one, so maybe that’s considered optimism… not luck. Either that, or stupidity.
Okay, so is it luck that Mexicans came to this country bringing their delicious CTS for our consumption, all while working the fields, cleaning our expansive homes and being nannies to our obnoxious, little brats? And when I say “our” obnoxious little brats, I mean “your” obnoxious little brats, since I don’t have any, and when I say “little”, I mean “largely” annoying, obnoxious little brats whose parents are moronic, don’t-give-a-craps, who don’t know how to control the little bastards because they have a Mexican maid raising them instead of doing it themselves because they’re busy on their cell phones… and when I say “our” expansive homes, I mean “yours”, since I didn’t make an illegal investment to buy one, then hire an illegal Mexican maid to clean it.
Gosh, aren’t you one lucky American?!
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