dear lottery
Dearest Lottery,Oh, lottery, you fickle mistress! You promise dreams of freedom, of endless possibilities, of leaving behind the drudgery of daily life. You paint a picture of luxurious yachts, sprawling mansions, and world travel, all within reach if your lucky numbers align.Ive dreamt of winning you for years. Ive envisioned my life transformed, my worries washed away like the ink on a winning ticket. I see myself, finally, free to pursue my passions, to explore the world, to give back to those less fortunate.But you, dear lottery, are a cruel tease. You dangle the carrot of hope before my nose, only to snatch it away with a cruel laugh. You whisper promises in my ear, only to leave me with the bitter taste of disappointment.Still, I find myself clinging to your promise, clutching at every stray number, every lucky charm. I tell myself, this time, its different. But the reality is, youre just a game, a cruel joke, a lottery of chance.Yet, despite the cynicism, a part of me still yearns for your embrace. Maybe its the naive hope that one day, Ill finally be chosen, my life irrevocably altered by your touch. So, dear lottery, I continue to play, to dream, to believe. Perhaps one day, youll grant me the gift of a life beyond my wildest dreams. Until then, Ill keep chasing your elusive shadow, forever hoping, forever dreaming.