We all take chances.
Even people who say they don't gamble.
Life is sometimes wonderful and sometimes an unfortunate series of events.
Both perceptions or realities are contingent upon chance.
A flip of a coin is the best odds one can get, everything else is weighted heavily on the side against our fortune.
Against us.
The fact that we look for the fortune at all, perhaps, means that we understand sometimes chance wins.
We all began our lives through an amazing series of chances. We each beat the odds against oblivion.
The egg and the single cell of a spermatozoa, among millions, were, by chance, brought together to form each of us--truly the only argument for playing the lottery.
After life is made, the rest is dependent upon the chance that...
...our mothers didn't abort us...
...the hospital didn't screw up...
...and our babtsitters didn't give us shaken-baby-syndrome.
Chance.
As soon as we could lift a bottle to our little lips we each began our journey of chance.
We wake.
We crawl.
We walk.
We run.
We walk.
We shuffle.
We sleep.
We die.
When we were young, as we grew, if we ran across the street without looking, we took our chances.
Decisions are all built around elements of chance.
There is no "sure-thing."
We can follow our own guidence, or choose to follow the advice of others, be they wise or foolish.
We can choose to attend college and choose a career track we hope will either bring us happiness or money, or both, but there are no guarantees.
A lawyer.
A doctor.
A teacher.
A writer.
An Artist.
A Mortician.
Chance.
The relationships we choose are also built upon chance.
Will this friend betray my trust?
Will this woman make me happy?
Will this man care for me and the children I give him?
Decisions about how we will live and what we will do.
Will I get cancer if I choose to smoke?
Will this food additive make me sick?
The decisions we make about how we react and interact with everything around us are based upon chance.
Will future generations and the world be healthier if I recycle?
Would this tortoise be safer if I took him from a busy intersection and dropped him off in a secluded grove of trees?
Fleeting self-image based upon perceptions are irrelevant.
Do these pleated pants make my ass look bigger?
The chance of happiness is perhaps the strangest perception.
If I buy this $59 video game will I regret it?
Chance.
Some chances we take are good, other times the odds are against us.
Against winning.
Choosing not to choose is also taking a chance, and also still a choice.
If I knock on this door will it open?
If I go through it and cannot return to this place, will I regret it?
Banking on a good chance is seldom a poor choice, as long as it doesn't kill us when the game of chance plays out.
However, sometimes picking from the Community Chest deck is the better option.
