You could be happy.

I know there are a ton of movies out there that talk about chance, about taking a chance on love, a chance on a friend or a family member or a job or a new city - all of which will ultimately lead to the happiness you’d been searching for during the past 65 minutes (or your whole life up until this point). But what I want to understand, (and what I’m guilty of myself), is how much we manage to leave to it and why.

I just let things hang out, collect dust, eventually to be forgotten all because I was fairly certain chance would come along for pick-up and take care of everything I wasn’t willing, (or was too scared) to do something about myself.

Granted, of course, there are a lot of things I don’t leave to this one word and idea that no one has any control over or real understanding of outside of the overall concept that it is, in fact, a savior if you’re lucky enough to have it fall in your lap when you really need it. Because there is a line we each know we have to walk up to eventually (but dare not cross) when it comes to our own happiness.
But of all the things to give up on, of all the things to leave the important things in your life to, aren’t we too generous to chance? We give it too much, surely, so much so that one day we might be able to actually recognize all the things we lost because we believed in it so much.

And like any religion, a blind faith in a higher power that is somehow creating meaning for all of the arbitrary things that fall upon us while we’re waking (and are waiting for us while we sleep) - it’s so much easier isn’t it, safe, to believe that even if we’re too scared to do something chance will always be there looking over us, somehow watching out as it secretly and silently weaves the pieces of our lives together, until one day, (maybe), we might be able to actually recognize that chances only really happen, (perhaps), if you make the choice to take them.