Samuel Goldwyn said, “The harder I work, the luckier I get.”
I was talking to my friends Brett Battles and Tasha Alexander recently (actually, we were IM-ing or iChatting, depending on your choice of weapons) and was marveling at how wonderful it is that the three of us — and so many of our friends (many of whom are here) — have managed to do what so many in the world want to do: publish a novel. And how incredibly wonderful that is.
I don’t remember the details of the conversation, but I’m sure one of us mentioned how “lucky” we all are. I’m also sure that I’ve used the word luck a number of times in my life to explain certain turns of events, both good and bad.
But when I wake up in the wee hours and start reflecting on such things, I have to ask myself if I believe in luck at all.
Is there really such a thing?
When it comes down to it, I probably agree with Goldwyn. Luck is a word we use and nothing more. Most of the events that line up to create luck are the product of years of hard work, networking and struggle.
And, I hope, talent. Without a certain amount of talent, none of us would be in the position to BE lucky, if it does indeed exist.
That said, I think I like this quote best: “We must believe in luck. For how else can we explain the success of those we don’t like?” — Jean Cocteau
So what do you think? Does luck exist?