dear lottery
Dear Lottery, Im writing to you, not as a hopeful dreamer, but as a weary soul, burdened by the weight of reality. You, the elusive, shimmering promise of fortune, have become a distant fantasy, a whispered hope in the hushed stillness of everyday life. I know, I know, youre not a real entity, just a concept, a chance, a fleeting possibility. Yet, in my quiet moments, I find myself daydreaming about you, imagining the life you could bring. Imagine, just for a moment, a life free from the anxieties of bills and rent, a life where the weight of financial worry is lifted. Imagine, a world where pursuing passions and dreams is no longer a luxury, but a reality, a tangible possibility. You, Dear Lottery, are the embodiment of that possibility. Youre the whispered promise of a brighter tomorrow, a beacon in the storm. But, as I stare down at the mundane reality of my life, the dream fades. Im aware that youre a cruel mistress, a tantalizing siren who whispers promises of wealth and freedom, only to leave behind a bitter taste of disappointment.Still, I cant help but hold onto the slimmest sliver of hope. Maybe, just maybe, one day, youll choose me. Maybe one day, my dreams will become reality, and the weight of responsibility will be lifted.Until then, Dear Lottery, I remain your hopeful, yet weary, admirer.