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Aug 2023
Luck is making the choice to stand in front of chance.

The mind can not see its own advance.

What does this mean?

The bird couldn’t imagine wings.

Still, there they are and the sky is the limit.

There’s only two steps to dreams, first to ask the universe, next believe It will give It.

Skill and luck are so hard to separate but what marriage isn’t?

Probabilities become exponential the longer that we’re living.

Life is less about what you do, more about what you do with what you’re given.

How you handle losses is more important than the winning.
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Pluck
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   Nylee
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