dear lottery
Dear Lottery, My pen trembles as I address you, a being of both immense power and inscrutable mystery. For years, Ive watched, a silent observer, as you reshape lives, grant dreams, and leave others with nothing but a crumpled ticket and a sigh of disappointment. I know youre not a sentient being, Dear Lottery, but I cant help but imagine you as a capricious goddess, doling out fortunes with a fickle hand. One moment youre showering a struggling family with enough to rewrite their future, the next youre leaving a hopeful soul emptyhanded. My own dreams, Dear Lottery, are modest. I dont crave unimaginable riches. I merely yearn for a chance to escape the tedium of my everyday life, to pursue my passions without the burden of financial constraints. A small win, enough to afford a little breathing room, is all I ask. I know the odds are stacked against me, Dear Lottery. But I remain hopeful, fueled by a flicker of belief that perhaps, just perhaps, you might choose me. Ive purchased my ticket, a small act of faith, a whispered plea to the unknown. Now, I wait. I wait with bated breath, my heart a fragile bird fluttering in my chest. Will you answer my call, Dear Lottery? Or will my name be another forgotten whisper lost in the vastness of your lottery drum? With a mixture of hope and resignation, A Faithful Supplicant.