What is the meaning of real luck?

Do you consider yourself to be a lucky person if you catch the bus at the right time or win a few bucks from a lotto ticket? Psychologists think that luck is not a random phenomenon. They believe that by being spontaneous and open to new opportunities, you can win the game of luck or at least increase your probabilities. My family and friends always thought of me as a very lucky individual. I knew I wasn't.

One day, we discussed her work and how well she has been doing since she returned. In the beginning, she would get caught up in the small things, always stressing about the details and feeling overwhelmed. She talked about the little fights, the stressful moments, and the anxiety that seemed to follow her. But over time, something shifted. The challenges didn't disappear; her perspective changed. She started sharing more, speaking openly about her struggles, and somehow, that made them easier to handle.

Gradually, she became more confident, not just in her work, but in herself. It was as if she had unlocked a different approach to her days, where the pressure didn’t weigh as heavily. And with that shift came a surprising change in how everything seemed to fall into place. It felt like luck was on her side, but I knew it wasn’t just chance—it was the openness, the willingness to face the chaos without letting it control her, that made all the difference.

But what about my luck? I have always been drawn to my passions, and gambling against luck has become one of them. At first, it felt exciting—the thrill of easy money and the brief relief of winning. The thrill was a rush, a quick fix that promised more than it ever delivered. As time passed, though, it began to feel less like a game and more like another habit, another thing I couldn’t quite shake off. The rush faded, replaced by a quiet uncertainty, yet I kept playing, as if chasing that fleeting moment of luck could somehow make everything else make sense. It wasn’t about winning anymore; it was about the need to keep trying, to keep testing my luck, hoping that eventually, it would be on my side.

Two months ago, I wouldn’t have called myself a lucky person. But looking back, I realize that night was different. I was lucky, just that one night—when I met her. At the time, I couldn’t fully appreciate it, but now I see it for what it was: a twist of fate. Since then, I’ve learned that luck doesn’t just happen. I’ve been creating my own luck, shaping it with every choice, every moment, and every step forward. It’s no longer about waiting for it to find me—it’s about making it happen.