Here's To Luck (by Tanja)

While travelling on one of the Western Cape's beautiful rural roads, I saw a sign above the entrance to a very well-manicured farm: Faith, Hope, Love, Luck

Here is my interpretation:

Faith - Usually associated with the religious belief in a higher power, but also believing in the impossible becoming possible.

Hope - Faith and hope are like a married couple. Faith gives hope and hope reinforces faith. Not only for the religious however. For example, we hope for our poor circumstances to change for the better and have faith that it will happen. Hope can also be unrealistic, but without it one can feel ... well, hopeless.

Love - Everyone on this planet needs love. We can’t survive without it. Love is caring, sharing, giving, receiving. Love is the unending circle of wellness. It comes in many forms. It has no conditions attached and crosses all boundaries.

Luck - The person who wrote these words on the sign was speaking from experience. Without a little bit of luck, the other three are constantly being challenged. Luck is the jam on the toast, the cherry on the cake. We all need a little bit of freakin' luck every now and then.

The best thing about faith, hope, love and luck, is that it is not tied up in religion, it is tied up in being human. Just know this, you can make a difference! Be someone’s luck, share the love, light the flame of hope, reinforce faith in humanity.

Here’s to luck. I can definitely do with some right now!

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