dear lottery
Dear Lottery, My pen trembles as I write these words, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest. Its you, dear Lottery, that has me in such a state. You, the whispered hope of a life transformed, the beacon of possibility shining brightly in the darkness of everyday drudgery. Ive dreamt of you for years, envisioned the moment your numbers would align with mine, a cosmic dance of fate leading to a life of comfort and freedom. The simple joys, the grand adventures, the chance to finally chase those dreams that have been shelved for too long all made possible by your grace, dear Lottery.But you are fickle, I know, a capricious mistress. You shower your blessings on some, leaving others to pick up the pieces of shattered dreams. Yet, I cling to the hope that this time, my name will be drawn, that Ill be the one to hear my number announced, a symphony of lifechanging fortune. Perhaps its naive, this unwavering faith, this unwavering hope. But dear Lottery, I cant help but believe. I believe in the power of dreams, the allure of possibility, the chance to rewrite my story. So, I ask you, dear Lottery, to be kind. To grant me the chance to escape the ordinary, to embrace the extraordinary. To allow me to rewrite my lifes script, to finally live a life worthy of the dreams I hold within my heart. With trembling hands and hopeful eyes,Your humble supplicant.