"Born under a lucky star," or "being a Fortunate One." If you are thinking of luck, you are grasping at straws. Good luck, bad luck. What is it? Chance. Fortune. We think we know it when we see it. Sometimes if things are rolling out "our way," it seems luck is with us, and sometimes all semblance of "luck," seems to vanish, and everything in our lives turns to shit.
And the state, the dispensation of luck, is in other hands, or other powers, or in the weather. We can't manufacture luck, or will it. We don't "make luck," some of us are beings who "are lucky." We all want to "get lucky." And some of us do. Some of us seem to have a surplus, an excess of luck, and some of us, can't buy a lucky break.
It's another one of those foggy, misty, hard to pinpoint chimeras that rule our lives. "Feeling lucky Punk?"