📖 Texte de l'Histoire
Sometimes I think about luck the way people think about weather — unpredictable, annoying, miraculous. Last spring I missed a crowded train by seconds and met someone under a tired station light who later became my closest friend. It felt like a small cosmic nudge, or just chance rearranging itself. I like to tell that story when life feels stuck, because it helps me believe that not every change requires a plan. Luck is a messy, human thing: it arrives with awkward timing, it disappears when you try to pin it down, and it leaves behind a lesson if you pay attention. We all chase it in tiny ways — choosing a book, taking a different route, saying yes to a coffee. Those tiny choices are stitches in a larger pattern, and sometimes the pattern surprises you with something warm and impossible to explain. Tell me about the last time luck bumped your life — I want to hear the details.