Luck is just probability.
It’s math and statistics.
Nothing more.
And yet, when I look at you,
Lucky is the only thing,
I can possibly be.
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Luck is just probability.
It’s math and statistics.
Nothing more.
And yet, when I look at you,
Lucky is the only thing,
I can possibly be.
I love the optimism of this poem, and how the speaker seems to at first insist on the primacy of logic/the rational mind, but ends up with a statement of a belief in something beyond math/stats — in luck!