dear lottery
Dear Lottery,Youve been on my mind lately. Not in the way I imagine most people think about you, with dreams of yachts and mansions and champagne wishes. No, my thoughts are moregrounded. More real.You see, dear Lottery, I havent been winning. Not the big jackpots, not even the smaller ones. In fact, my luck with you has been downright dismal. But thats not whats bothering me.What bothers me is the hope. The hope you whisper, the hope you dangle like a delicious, unattainable carrot. You make me dream, you make me fantasize about a life free from worry, a life where bills are just a distant memory, where I can finally pursue my passions without the constant pressure of finances.Youre a siren, dear Lottery, luring me with your promises of freedom. But youre also a cruel mistress, reminding me of my limitations, of the gap between my dreams and my reality. I know youre just a game, a chance, a shot in the dark. But you hold such a powerful grip on my imagination, on my desires. You make me question my choices, my efforts, my entire life.So, dear Lottery, what am I supposed to do? Do I keep playing, keep chasing that elusive dream, knowing the odds are stacked against me? Or do I accept my reality, my limitations, and find happiness in the simple things?Im not sure, dear Lottery. Im still figuring it out. But I know one thing: youve got me thinking. Youve got me questioning. Youve got me dreaming. And maybe, just maybe, thats enough. Sincerely,Someone whos trying to figure it all out.