Luck Culls : Curse the Spare
Running out of luck?Feeling undone?mistreated?Unjustly persecuted?
You`ve every right to be agrieved!!
But look no further.Your luck is standing just besides you.Cull him,because he`ll leave you anyway.Before your charm takes liking to someone else`s fortunes,you drop the returning ladder.
But everyone I meet seems at edge,seems unlucky.So who is the lucky guy then?Where all the lucks are exodussing?The saying goes opposite poles attract,but it seems lucks are more like honey bees or part of some ant family.They all seem to be struck at few ebony heads born with silver spoons and paddy unblemished feet.These exceptions in the now general law of misery are never pushed to think about whether they are lucky or his distant relative.But they aren`t.They leech lucks,they are like the breeding grounds for enslaving and ensnaring other`s luck charms.
The definition of the white halo ring round one`s head rests on the heady levers that conveniently push/pull the same to their whims and fancies.So being lucky isn`t even close to being good.Its a flickering phenomenon.The halo brought you luck and respect,so did the red horns and spiked tail but it brought luck garnished and marinated in the salt of being smart and snazzy.The pot of gold however is not a certainity to hower around even if the magical concoction prepared by the druid galbatorix himself is running amok in your veins.
It seems the shiny metal has a mind of its own.But there`s a caveat.The luck when left alone & praised leaves and when it is cursed and catcalled,bounds back to home.LUCK as it is nowadays stands for Low Utilization of Certain Kryptonic kretinity.We can have several reasons for our prowesses being unheared,unheralded and unthroned,but the catalyst in setting off that spark which in turn ignites the frigid fire is just a result of coincidences that forgot their homing coordinates.
The carrot is dangling in front of your eyes and your feet are leaded to the ground.The story of sour grapes is all but a part if our everyday lives.The externalities are the cynosure of our lives,phrases like 'why me always' is nothing but 'why can`t he'.The internal strength,the ephemeral 'Ball of fire',the roiled guts,the bull headedness is often rolled in the sweet jelly of expectations and is then buried deep in the frigid environs of our self obsessed
inertia,never to be kindled again.
So,as expeditiously possible,kill the unlucky luck by your lucky sword of willpower and spare the unnecessary call for heads of the already headless dreams.Dreams,Ambitions,Hope and Luck shouldn`t be just a Dahl`s fiction,make it a real blockbuster.
Here`s wishing you luck!
Running out of luck?Feeling undone?mistreated?Unjustly persecuted?
You`ve every right to be agrieved!!
But look no further.Your luck is standing just besides you.Cull him,because he`ll leave you anyway.Before your charm takes liking to someone else`s fortunes,you drop the returning ladder.
But everyone I meet seems at edge,seems unlucky.So who is the lucky guy then?Where all the lucks are exodussing?The saying goes opposite poles attract,but it seems lucks are more like honey bees or part of some ant family.They all seem to be struck at few ebony heads born with silver spoons and paddy unblemished feet.These exceptions in the now general law of misery are never pushed to think about whether they are lucky or his distant relative.But they aren`t.They leech lucks,they are like the breeding grounds for enslaving and ensnaring other`s luck charms.
The definition of the white halo ring round one`s head rests on the heady levers that conveniently push/pull the same to their whims and fancies.So being lucky isn`t even close to being good.Its a flickering phenomenon.The halo brought you luck and respect,so did the red horns and spiked tail but it brought luck garnished and marinated in the salt of being smart and snazzy.The pot of gold however is not a certainity to hower around even if the magical concoction prepared by the druid galbatorix himself is running amok in your veins.
It seems the shiny metal has a mind of its own.But there`s a caveat.The luck when left alone & praised leaves and when it is cursed and catcalled,bounds back to home.LUCK as it is nowadays stands for Low Utilization of Certain Kryptonic kretinity.We can have several reasons for our prowesses being unheared,unheralded and unthroned,but the catalyst in setting off that spark which in turn ignites the frigid fire is just a result of coincidences that forgot their homing coordinates.
The carrot is dangling in front of your eyes and your feet are leaded to the ground.The story of sour grapes is all but a part if our everyday lives.The externalities are the cynosure of our lives,phrases like 'why me always' is nothing but 'why can`t he'.The internal strength,the ephemeral 'Ball of fire',the roiled guts,the bull headedness is often rolled in the sweet jelly of expectations and is then buried deep in the frigid environs of our self obsessed
inertia,never to be kindled again.
So,as expeditiously possible,kill the unlucky luck by your lucky sword of willpower and spare the unnecessary call for heads of the already headless dreams.Dreams,Ambitions,Hope and Luck shouldn`t be just a Dahl`s fiction,make it a real blockbuster.
Here`s wishing you luck!
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