dear lottery
Dear Lottery,Its me again, your hopeful, yet eversoslightly jaded, friend. You know, the one who checks the numbers every week, clutches the ticket like a lifeline, and dreams of a life where financial worries are just a faded memory.I know, I know, youre a fickle mistress. You bestow your gifts on the lucky few, while the rest of us are left with nothing but a crumpled piece of paper and a lingering sense of disappointment. But, dear Lottery, I cant help but cling to that glimmer of hope you offer. You see, you represent more than just a chance to win big. You symbolize a path to freedom, a chance to chase those dreams that life has, so far, held at bay. Imagine, dear Lottery, the possibilities. A comfortable retirement, a dream home, the ability to help loved ones without a second thought. Of course, I know Im playing a game of chance. But, in a world that often feels unfair, youre a beacon of possibility. You remind me that even the most ordinary person can, just maybe, strike it lucky.So, dear Lottery, Ill keep playing. Ill keep dreaming. And maybe, just maybe, one day, our paths will cross. Until then, Ill hold onto your promise, however faint it may seem, that a better life is within reach.Sincerely,Your EverHopeful Friend