I had a nasty head cold a few days ago, but feeling lucky and grateful that it wasn't flu or anything more serious. As my symptoms locked me into a muted world of silence and drowsiness, I reflected on luck - what it is, who has it, who doesn't seem to have it and how to get it.
Many books and internet sites describe luck. Some give you definitions and synonyms. Some give you tips on how to get lucky. Others help you feel better about not having luck. Some send you to psychics; others to astrologers, still others to sites that sell jewelry to protect you against the evil eye, an ancient superstition that many still believe to thwart your chances for luck.
I'm reminded of the story I heard about a workshop for millionaires seeking to increase their material success even further. The facilitator asked participants to share what they needed to feel even more successful. Each described what they didn't have yet, but wanted to have in the future. One man, who meditates daily at dawn, said "When I wake up , get out of bed and feel the floor below me, I feel lucky and I figure I already have it made".
Would more money, cars, homes and all the trappings of wealth make this man feel any happier or luckier? Not likely. What he relates to is his awareness of short moments, repeated often, that he is alive, upright, feeling lucky and content to be blessed with another day of awareness and the opportunity to enjoy it.
On balance, a happy life seems to built on a series of breaths and moments. How we bridge the spaces between them is the difference between heaven and hell
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