Fortune

Fortune? Good luck? Money? Either which definition you use I don’t need or want any of it.

I’m not materialistic. I need a roof over my head, head and air conditioning, and food. My possessions, other than furniture, fits into three bags. At most four.

Fortune? Good luck? Money? Either which definition you use I don’t need or want any of it.

I’m not materialistic. I need a roof over my head, head and air conditioning, and food. My possessions, other than furniture, fits into three bags. At most four.

I don’t believe in luck or fate. We are given one life, we are allowed to lead it how wee see fit. Luck is just a coincidence – good or bad. It’s all timing.

But I do have treasures – things that would make my life complete – my own family is number one on that list. A significant other to love me for all of my faults and virtues – children who are mine by love – not necessarily by blood. Blood doesn’t make you a family – being there when you are most needed does.

I think that’s why I have a hard time with my biological family now that I know I have one. None of us were given the chance to be there when things were tough. I’m working on letting my dad in. I’m working on being a better son – not necessarily one he wants – but a better son none-the-less. This is my fortune. This is where my heart lies.

Fortune

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