What You Call Luck, I Call Divine Design
There will come a day—mark my words—when someone will ask me: "Was it luck?"
And I’ll look them dead in the eye and say: “I wish you could know God like I do.”
Because if you knew, if you had seen, you’d understand: there is no such thing as luck.
Luck is the excuse of the blind. It’s a crutch for the ones trapped in darkness, those who can’t see the magnitude of the divine.
To believe in luck is to believe that God plays dice. That nothing has purpose, that life is just chaos wearing a pretty mask.
I’ve gone mad trying to find reasons for everything. I used to need answers like I needed air. But now I know: I don’t have to understand everything. I don’t have to be right all the time.
Because luck doesn’t exist.
What exists is the precision of a Creator who gives us exactly what aligns with who we are— what we carry, what we radiate, what we’re meant to live.
And if one day they ask me who is God, I’ll say: “I refuse to answer.”
Because how could I possibly reduce the Infinite into words?
How could I speak of the One that exists beyond thought, beyond measure? To try would be a form of arrogance, and maybe even a kind of sin.
But perhaps God would find it beautiful— the attempt.
A human, fragile and finite, trying to touch the eternal.
All I can say is: The Creator is something far deeper, far beyond form or theology.
And speaking of beauty— there was a time when I looked around and thought everything was ugly.
I’d say, “My God, they’re destroying the Earth.” “They’re building and breaking, ruining what’s sacred.”
But now… now I see beauty.
The beauty of human creation.
Because even our destruction is an extension of Gaia’s own creative force, expressed through human hands.
The Earth creates through us.
And that is beautiful. That is holy.
Gaia is about life and death. About construction and decay. About the contrast that defines existence itself.
She teaches us this. She whispers it through the silence of forests and the chaos of cities.
The Earth is contrast. And contrast is life.
We don’t need to escape the tension. We need to see the divinity within it.
Nothing is random. Nothing is wasted.
And no— it was never about luck.
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