Is there a physics to luck? Is chance really chance? I've been through a bad spell for a long time, and I am beginning to wonder. I used to believe that we choose everything that happens to us, but later I thought that as dogmatic and unsupportable as any other belief. There are university courses like Physics for Poets that attempt to answer such questions. I am very tired of taking responsibility for what happens to me. Last night, I went to bed well and woke up sick. I almost flew to NYC for my buddy's birthday party, a big affair at a small club in the East Village. Instead, I stayed here in the dull, warm, humid gunmetal gray air doing nothing.
Perhaps we make our luck after all. I feel as if Woody Allen was speaking for me when he said, "The only thing that ever stood between me and success was me."
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