Here I sit counting breaths and thinking in rhyme, trying to keep it in waltz time. It has taken me this long to figure out that there's no such thing as good luck or bad luck. It's all just life. You live for a while and you die. It ain't rocket surgery.
Remember those old bumperstickers, "He who dies with the most toys wins?"
Well, no, if you're not older than Pythagoras, you don't.
Fact is, love hard, love often, love unconditionally- you win.