Someone said to me at least 15 years ago (when I was very young) that they didn't believe in luck! That everything was meant to happen. I immediately adopted that. I can't really remember a time now when I believed in pure luck. I question it sometimes like when I spill tea down the front of my shirt or when someone breaks my glasses. Why exactly did that tea have to go down the front of my shirt?? What purpose does this inconvenience have on the greater good?? Of course, we can make ourselves crazy asking such questions so I try to think it is somehow connected to my awesome purpose in this world. Yes, my tea stained shirt getting destroyed in under a minute is one of my building blocks to happiness. I can't wait to see how!!