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I've never been the type to believe in luck more than fleetingly but sometimes life throws a curveball and I am simply astounded by others "lucky streak". Maybe I'm just too stubborn to learn the lessons that are right in front of my face. Maybe I feel incredibly guilty for things I've done in the past and continue to do, subconsciously stopping myself from reaching the greener grass on the other side. Most likely both. This is all very silly now that I've reread it. I would like my inspiration/anchor in my life as a constant again. I saw him last night but we're both too busy struggling against the same tide.