Ever notice how life feels like one big casino floor? You place your bets on choices, hoping for a win, but the house—fate, chance, whatever you call it—always seems to have the edge. I’ve been thinking about how we chase meaning in this chaos. Like in wrestling, it’s not just strength; it’s strategy, reading the opponent, finding patterns in the unpredictable. Maybe that’s the trick: not outsmarting the house, but learning to play the game with purpose, even when the odds are stacked against you. Anyone else feel like they’re grappling with chance itself sometimes?
The House Always Wins: Finding Meaning in the Chaos of Chance
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