luck

think of corruption and bendable laws. when it goes your way, it seems quite harmless. when its the same thing that also serves you wars, potholed roads, wiretapping and censorship you throw a fit. am probably at a phase where luck is pretty favourable to me so one might wonder what i have to bitch and moan about. i simply don’t want to sit with a smug look on my face when i know it could have gone another way (sometimes simply because it can). is it unavoidable? the role that this mean little rodent called luck plays? next time the ball hits the net and flops into the other court meekly when the opponent is poised for a venomous forehand at the baseline and you get the point, offer to replay it.
(mellow contemplating mood sponsored by the smiths song please, please, please, let me get what i want playing in a loop)