dear lottery

Dear Lottery, You know, sometimes I think about you a lot. Not in a creepy, obsessed kind of way, but more like a friend thinking about a longlost relative they havent seen in years. Youre out there, somewhere, holding the key to a whole new world, a world of financial freedom, of travel, of helping those in need. I picture you sitting on a shelf, surrounded by stacks of tickets, each one a tiny prayer for a better life. You are the embodiment of hope, a beacon of possibility shining in the darkness of our everyday struggles. And sometimes, I just want to whisper to you, Dear Lottery, remember me? Remember that time I picked those numbers, those numbers that felt so right, so destined? Remember the dreams I wrote on the back of the ticket, the dreams of a better tomorrow?I know youre a fickle friend, unpredictable and often elusive. But even though I know the odds are stacked against me, I still cant help but hold onto a sliver of faith, a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, youll choose me this time. So, dear Lottery, keep my name in mind. Keep those dreams I wrote on the back of the ticket close. And maybe, just maybe, one day, well meet again. Yours sincerely,A dreamer.