I used to think winning was my birthright… until I realized my therapist gave me $10 and told me to ‘stop counting wins and start counting breaths.’ Turns out the RNG doesn’t care if you cry into your pillow at 2 a.m.—it just spins like a Samba drum solo. The real bonus? Silence. The real jackpot? Not getting rich. So I traded my cards for stillness. Who else is out here chasing luck… while the universe quietly codes fairness algorithms? Drop a comment if you’ve ever felt more empty than full.