But here is the question I’ve been turning over in my mind: Is luck something you are , or something you notice ?

We romanticize the lottery winner, the person who gets the last slice of pizza, the soldier in Nicholas Sparks’ novel The Lucky One who survives a blast to find a photograph in the rubble. But survival isn't statistical luck—it is often just the cumulative result of a thousand mundane choices.

Perhaps it isn't the person who never gets hurt. Perhaps it is the person who, despite the flat tires and the missed flights, still believes the next light will turn green.

The Paradox of the Lucky One