If there’s one tiny and microscopic word that I get annoyed of, it would be the word “lucky.”
Why? Because I take it under the most literal of contexts. The definition of luck reads: “success or failure apparently brought by chance rather than through one’s own.” Meaning, you didn’t work for anything considered “lucky.” Nothing. Chance is chance, and good chance is lucky.
Well homies, I like to think I have a huge hustle bone in my body and by no means—should luck, get any recognition for my efforts.
Luck doesn’t bring on vacations (unless you happened to win some sort of raffle), luck doesn’t bring on world champion status, and luck doesn’t give you a six-figure salary (ok, ok maybe it does—in some weird instances). But for the most part people hustle HARD to get where they want to be and work for the finer things in life.
I think people use the word “lucky” to show envy, if so—I can understand that, but let’s not deny someone of their true efforts. The BIGGEST compliment to me is acknowledgment of hard work, whether you’re talking about my life, my career, or my marriage. I WORK to get it to where it needs to be.
In the words of Ru Paul, “You better WORK.” Two snaps & everything…