I need a little luck. I’m not sure where my heart lies as far as fate vs. luck is concerned, but at this point I’d settle for anything. I guess I think that fate is one of those things that eventually just happens, or falls into place. Luck, on the other hand, comes at any time, in all forms, and can be pretty kickass.
I’ve been slacking on the whole church thing…and by slacking, I mean that I haven’t been since last spring in Athens. The entire idea of faith and religion is such a mess to me, but I miss the feeling that someone is looking out for me…a feeling I learned to be comfortable with while I was going to church for however brief a moment.
I just need a little luck, a little something good to get me through. It doesn’t have to be monumental, or life-changing. Just something to give me a little hope that I’m going to figure out my life. A smile, an interview, a date, or at least a sense of purpose. Usually when I’m upset, sad, or any other pathetic emotion I hate admitting to, it’s my own fault. Now, I feel like I’m at the mercy of everyone else.
I don’t like not being in control.
So consider this my prayer. Give me a little luck.