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Ever since I was a little kid, I’ve been told that I was a lucky child. I couldn’t ever grasp what this really meant, nor how important it really was. Throughout the many years that I’ve lived on this earth, I’ve seen so much that could forever suggest my “luckiness syndrome” otherwise. It’s only now that I understand why my parents keep so many secrets about their lives away from me, not to protect themselves or my family, but to protect me.
This supposed “luck” never really appeared until my later years though, when I got a semi-scholarship. (not reaallyy what you call a scholarship, but more like a lottery grand) Which I ended up using for some computer courses in order to learn some programming languages, which lets me succeed in my Programming class this year, and help out others. In grade 8 I had the honor of going to the Parliament, and representing my riding in order to do parliamentary duties being a “Page”. It was loads of fun, and I met many interesting people, and had lots of wonderful experiences I will probably never forget. This helped me during this year’s Civics Class, as I knew the parliamentary system like the back of my hand.
All these things were in some way, a form of my “luck” acting upon my life. But with every good, there has to always be a bad.
Like I said before, my past is an ocean of bad luck, so I think it’s safe to say I'm on luck’s side right now, but bad luck always comes my way when something wonderful and great happens. It’s a matter of balance, I presume.
Another thing I would like to talk about is school. School, school, and once again, school. As you probably know January is most famous for not only the freezing winds and the chilling snow, but also for everyone’s favorite – exams. I’ve never been a great studier; always being tempted by my computer or by the TV or kitchen to do something else –anything …just to avoid the books.
This year I had a ray of hope shine over me, a person that I knew for only a little while at the beginning of last year, that happened to disappear as quickly as she came, kept me on task (or at least tried to). An interesting person she really is. A person who sets a goal; and always tries to complete it. She’s a great person, and I send my appreciation to her. It’s been a while since I could talk to some one…well..not just talk, but really talk to someone who actually gave a damn. It’s heart-warming, and it’s pleasant. She’s one of those people – well probably the only one that I can really feel free to talk about anything. My oldest friend, a couple of weeks ago, was getting more apart from me day by day. I knew she has a boyfriend and all, and she is busy hanging out with him, but I saw no reason for her to be so distant when she was speaking to me. Later she told me it was a “pre-caution”. I cant understand it, and I don't know if I’m even supposed to, but she apologized, and I felt bad for getting angry, and I accepted. She’s one of my greatest friends, and loosing her would indeed be horrible.
I have been so busy that the book had made no progress writing-wise. I say “writing-wise” because I progressed quite a lot “plot-wise”. I now know where some of the characters are going; and how they're going to meet. It’s really exciting, I realized after finishing a page of brain-storming, to be able to shape your own story and see how exactly it will turn out.
In a way, I wish life was a story that was already written out. you would just need to worry about getting a wad of cash or a library card to buy or borrow yourself from some store close by. We wouldn't have to struggle over what courses to pick, or have to choose our careers. We’d know exactly when we’d get braces; or when we’d get rejected by our partners, or how that car on a Saturday evening at 8 o'clock in the morning will crash into that little quiet coffee shop were you always order a donut and a Double-Double, killing you and that ex-girlfriend you still have feelings for…. What? Well we can’t expect to live a completely happy life, can we? What’s a good story if it has no drama, no tragedies or losses? But I guess that’s the irony of knowing about an unfortunate event; the prevention. The way how we avoid death at all costs…should we not embrace and rejoice? Well what can we do? Can knowing really be the answer? I will never know.
I labeled this post as “Fortune Cookie” because today I went to Mandarin; A nice little restaurant in North America, and they give fortune cookies in the end of your meal…I got something I did not expect. Mine said that I was supposed to become a business man, now anyone else would probably shrug such a thing off and continue their life…but not me. I have had too much experience with fortune cookies; Mine always come true, and they always are true. So this fortune disgusts me, because I am not supposed to be a business man, but what Can I do? I don't have the book of my life; I cant flip to the appropriate chapter to try to see where I went wrong…to avoid it because change means the world will change as well; and changing the world would change everyone around you; kill them perhaps…and we cant have that. Luck is always supposed to be my strength, but now I see it can also be my weakness.
