We all know one of
those types of people, perhaps you are one of them; the kind who fall into a
pile of, well, something, and come out smelling like a rose. They seem to get
all the breaks, all the luck. Why are some people luckier than others? Why are
some born with a silver spoon while others are born with a tarnished one or no
spoon at all? They say the harder you work, the luckier you get, but I have
known many who work hard, yet the sunshine of the fates never shine upon them.
The lucky probably never think about such things while the unlucky may go mad
with insanity if they think about it too much. A Buddhist would urge
compassionate joy should be felt toward those with by those without. That is a
great deal to ask sir. If you cannot get yourself to that level, better than to
learn to play life as it lies without asking too many why’s and be grateful for
the things you do have which we may be overlooking.