I’ve been feeling in-between lately. I’m not young but I’m not old. I’m not rich but I’m not poor. I’m not the smartest but I’m not the stupidest. I’m not super healthy but nor am I laid out. I don’t have a ton of friends but I’m not a total loner. I am trying.
I guess I’m a middling, in-between kind of person. I am doing the best I can. I think most people are. The fact that some rise to the top and others struggle their whole lives, despite a constant outpouring of effort and best wishes, baffles me. I don’t know that I will ever truly understand how and why some people are rewarded while others are punished.
I appreciate luck. I truly bow down at the luck alter and see its centrality. What is the difference between the child born into poverty in the Rust Belt and the child born into wealth in our nation’s capital? Nothing. It’s just luck. I really believe that.