Birds, Luck and More

To start with: good God man, you are lucky to come to this life! No matter how weird, strange or difficult it may seem from time to time. I'd tell you more - it doesn't just seem like this, but it really is weird, strange, and difficult, with another million or two of the descriptive adjectives, which may come close to the definition of life.

What we usually mean by the word luck is made of many threats, which make up the vast cloth of this phenomenon. It may be anything: the victory of your favorite football team, smile of a pretty woman in the crowd or a ticket to the North Pole from your beloved travel agency.

But luck usually goes hand in hand with fiasco or even disaster, which only makes it brighter on the canvas of bad luck

It's hard to say what luck really is. It can take the eternity to try and distinguish the importance and reasons of luck. I won't even try to do this. And I don't think really should - the closest thing to which I'll probably will be less than a 0,0000000000000001 % of the truth.

The thing that I can probably do is to show an example of luck that turns into a fiasco and bad luck, which helps to live.

Getting ready for an exam is an ordinary case for a human, but an inevitably coming disaster for a student. And the more books and articles you read, the more you face the fact - it's impossible to read, memorize and distinctly retell so much information to your professor.

I was always wondering why most people feel so worried and nervous at this time of the university life. Quite on the contrary - the only thing is grave calmness and the wild excitement before the very exam, when standing in the doorway of the auditorium. I bet I know how the warrior, standing in front of the good thousand of well-equipped enemies before him, felt, when the only thing to defend yourself with is a fork in hands and wild, almost ill excitement of the heroic spirit in you.

That is quite the feeling I got on the day of the exam. Nasty weather, broken kettle and, as the result, cold and tasteless coffee weren't making a good platform for the new day, still making the realization of the close freedom even stronger. Last exam. Hopes for the best and the best to hope for.

Having spent the whole week submerged in the books, you still cannot get any proof of the failure. And it's natural. Come what may? What if its majesty Chance would like to check your resistance to good kicks right on the day you expect it the less? - No one knows.

You walk on the street, hiding the thoughts of the worst further, then hide together with the thoughts underground. Good music in the earphones and closest future makes the whole stress easier. Another line of street to cross, another 5 minutes to revise the material in your mind, another...luck on the shoulder. The essence of luck lying on the new jacket of yours - bird's poop. They say it's a very good sign of coming luck. Then, let it be so. If thousands believe it - I will. For this time.

Don't think it is necessary or interesting to tell about the procedure of the exam. Still some failures can be bright. Well, then mine was triumphatical. Total loss of self-control and knowledge. It was a period when not a word can be taken out of you - by force or painlessly. Call it the reaction on the week's stress, 3 hours of sleep and bad coffee, but the mere fact was - it was a failure: concrete, full and silly in places.

But God! I do not want to be the student of this university! And thinking it over - I never did. After all, I'm concerned to be the worst variant of an economist a living creature can imagine. I didn't come to this world to make a serving out of my living. Enough with the LIVING , I want LIFE. Take up drawing; go on with music and guitar playing in the evening kitchen and al the things I've always wanted to try - from sushi and to bango-jumping.

Now it's over. This time Chance has given me a kick in the right direction.

Thank you books - fat blue one and the one with a man with mustache on the front page, thank you professor, than you, Chance.

And thank you, little bird.