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Life's Uncertainties
Chance deals — choice still holds the hand.
Luck is weather with opinions. Fortune visits, leaves the windows open, rewrites the room while you were in the shower.
Random twists are not always cruelty. Sometimes they are exit signs written in a language you only learn later.
You gamble what you have and call it hope. Providence lets you peek, not purchase.
Chance is double-edged — blessing, curse, adored, abhorred. Coin and dice turn fate cold faster than philosophy can dress it.
Do not worship the flip. Work is the other hand — unphotogenic, steady, building a future that can survive bad luck.
Steadfast heart is not denial. It knows the deal changes. It still chooses.
The dice still turn. Your hands still steer.
JV · Dark Heart Labs