And now we are back to the question of luck. The lucky are always given permission to describe how they willed their treasured existence into being. The unlucky are never given equal space. They are attacked for their work ethic, intelligence, family structure, whatever argument at hand makes the average citizen comfortable not identifying with them.
We are meant to believe that there is no luck, because luck demands humility and empathy. Perhaps we should build shrines to our good fortune and fill them with memories of failures and doubt that disprove greatness. I am not a religious person, but I have appreciation for scriptures that declare man is unworthy to receive blessings.
Our reason and virtue can take us many places in life. Good choices matter. But ultimately, what matters most is being in the right place at the right time.