Ramblings on Luck

I find it nearly impossible to escape buying into the concept of luck, whether it is good or bad.  Days like today remind me that no matter how much I try to rationalize crazy random happenstances which may come up throughout my life; there are just things that I can’t explain.  Bad days can get extremely bad while good days can become incredibly and inexplicably good, and it seems as if there is no rhyme or reason to such happenings.

Today I found a library card that I lost in 2003.  It was in a wallet I did not have in 2003.  I have no idea how it got in there.  I found a very important notebook I’ve been missing for two weeks and then I found a winter hat that I’ve been missing since before Christmas.  Rationally, I can see how I may have overlooked the notebook and the hat, even though I was meticulous in my search for such items.  It’s also entirely probable that the library card was stuck to something that was in my old wallet that happened to get knocked loose at the right moment for me to discover it today.  The build-up of these unlikely events and all of them happening at once, however, is just too coincidental for my taste.  I wasn’t looking for any of these things; they just randomly began to accumulate.

If not luck, than I can only jump to the proper conclusion:  the gnomes have had their fill of these objects and returned them to me.  Sneaky devils!  They may have at least had the decency of leaving me a note informing me of the fact that they were going to barrow these items.  I would have been more inclined to accept such a loss if I had only known.  Between them and the goblins that make off with my socks without notice, how can one not attribute sudden loss and recovery to luck?  It’s a conspiracy I tell you.