New Face of Bad Luck

Feelings — 13.11.2015

On Friday the 13th

Maybe the biggest lesson in life is that there wouldn’t be the feeling of happiness unless there weren’t the feeling of misfortune. So by the age people – me at least – slowly get satisfied with the unpredictable flow of the life and the destiny. I have accepted my faith whatever it is. There’s no reason to fight back – because when fighting you can’t reach the inner peace. If I died in a plane crash tomorrow, I would be scared, of course, but I would die satisfied. Thankful about all those beautiful places I got to see.

There have been so many situations that I wonder that I’m still alive. Why me? Every day I read miserable news about death and accidents. Do angels exist – why did they want to protect me?

In Melbourne’s St Kilda, a car hit me. Luckily it was a doctor driving over me. You see there are good aspects in bad luck – blessing in disguise. Back then I was just laughing and sucking the laughing gas in the ambulance. But afterwards I have been thinking about it: I could have hit my head, and that would have been it. Because of my bum, you can still read my stories today – that’s how I landed from the 40km per hour speed! Ironically I was running when the accident happened – and then for the first time in my life I got fat because my ankle got fucked up and I had to take it easy and try out all the different flavours of Cadbury’s Australia.

In Cuba’s Havana, the wind blew me just to the right side because when I was walking on a fortress wall I suddenly dropped off. It hurt to plump down. But when I looked to the other side there was a hell of a drop! And these are just a few cases. Good luck within bad luck creates humility.

So based on this statistics that I’m exposed to the accidents I am trying to live like every day was the last. It’s very hard, though. I don’t always manage. Do we manage? I don’t think so. We see life as a self-evident truth. We should have less work and more pleasure without hurrying. The enjoying the moment aspect.

The most long-lasting bad luck that I have had lately is that I have been trying to get one cheque in Malta for one year (yes, they still use cheques here). To my misfortune the first couple of times, it had gone to a wrong address. And then when it finally came, it wasn’t signed. So if the bad luck or in this case rather Maltese chaos teaches something is the nerve. And I know that when I finally get that cheque I will be so happy. I will hype that small miracle, and I will go and pamper myself with something nice. But first I stop at the traffic lights and look around – even it was green (as in St Kilda, Melbourne).

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