The grass is greener...

I have a friend who goes on a semi-regular basis to a close casino to play his games.  He rarely loses money.  One could call him lucky.  He has a certain knack for slowly building his gains and an uncanny will power to be able to shut it down once he hits his goal.

I could use his luck in the routines of life.  I really don't know how to slowly build on anything life dishes out.  Life seems to give, then take away as if the odds were stacked in favor of the house.  I have tried to build on some really important things only to have them vanish as if my hands were sieves for important things to filter through, then vanish.  I would like to once hit my goal and walk away with my gains in hand.

It's ironic that if you talk to him about the routines of life, he'll tell you he'd rather have stability (which he says I have in life) than the ability to win at betting.  He considers himself to lack that.  I think it's a matter of perspective here.  He would trade luck for stability, but I would trade my routines for the ability to know when to hold 'em and know when to fold 'em.  Perhaps my friend is right and I'm stable.  Or perhaps, I should still strive for knowing when to make a bold move and walk away happy.