The Lottery

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance 
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
 My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears 
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.”
– 
William Ernest Henley

You are the master of your fate. You are the captain of your soul…

As you are in total control of your thoughts…
And therefore in control of yourself…
Which in-turn means you control your life

Your life is not the lottery. And you are not a lottery ticket

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