dear lottery
Dear Lottery, Its me again, the dreamer with the same wornout ticket clutched in my hand. This time, Im not asking for riches beyond my wildest dreams, not for mansions and yachts, not even for a new car. No, this time, its simpler, more personal. Dear Lottery, Im writing to you because I need a little nudge in the right direction. Im tired of the daily grind, of feeling like Im stuck in a rut. I have dreams, aspirations, a fire in my belly thats been dampened by the mundane. Dear Lottery, I dream of starting my own bookstore, a haven for bookworms where the smell of old paper and ink fills the air. I dream of having the time and freedom to finally finish that novel Ive been working on, to share my stories with the world. I dream of finally having the financial security to travel, to explore new cultures, to experience the world beyond my own little corner. Dear Lottery, I know youre a fickle friend, a game of chance, but a small win, a lifechanging sum, would be the catalyst I need to take that leap of faith. It wouldnt be about extravagance, but about finally chasing my passions, about finally living life on my own terms.Dear Lottery, I know its a long shot, but Im holding onto hope, a glimmer of possibility that you might just answer my plea. Im putting my faith in fate, in the possibility of a chance encounter with luck. And if its not meant to be, Ill keep on dreaming, keep on striving, keep on writing my own story, one page at a time. With hopeful anticipation,Your humble dreamer.