Do you ever wonder what it's like to walk in someone else shoes?

Do you carry a black cloud?

I always wondered what it was like to be someone else, not that I want to be but the curiosity was there, I love who I am but I don't love my luck. Some might say If I didn't have bad luck I wouldn't have any at all.

I thought about that over the years and I may be right or I could be way off but I think Luck doesn't exist. I think hard work gets you to where you want to be in life and without it you get nowhere.

So here is to all your hard work, may you get what ever your heart desires and be blessed with all the love and riches you can find out of life. <3