fuck luck.
Tonight I came to the realisation; I don’t need luck, just aspiration. All those years, weeks, days and nights; Of superstition and time-wasting sights.
Searching for four-leafed clovers, Waiting for shooting stars, Counting down ‘til 11:11, Touching wood, Crossing fingers, Chucking spilt salt over my left shoulder with my right hand, Spinning a money spider around my head 3 times. … Rubbing every fucking golden lamp (or similar thing) hoping for a genie to pop the fuck out and grant me 3 wishes.
Time wasting.
I don’t need luck. For at the end of the day, Nobody but me will give a fuck.
Hoping that he doesn’t leave me for that stupid thing I said the other day. Wishing we’ll work through the current “rough patch”. Hoping he’ll always love me at least as half as much as I love him. Wishing he’s ok. And happy. And doing… well. Hoping no terrible world catastrophe is going to happen today. Wishing for world peace.
It’s not going to make a difference.
If you want to see a change. Wait for the right time and place. Maybe the world’s not at your pace. Or maybe you’re hiding you face. Don’t give up now, that’s not the case. Do something about it.
Force destiny, because it can be done... To a degree. Show the world you won and if you don't... Don't blame me.
