The last lottery ticket I bought was on March 30, 2012, when the Mega Millions jackpot hit a record $640 million. It was hard not to – everyone was playing. You didn’t want to be that guy who missed out on the office pool. ‘What you’d do with the money’ was a regular topic for a week straight. And why not? How often can you become a half-billionaire with just a one dollar buy-in?
When I woke up on Saturday (not the winner), I was slightly disappointed. You know you’re not gonna win, but you hope. That’s why you play, right? Because as long as u hold a ticket, there’s at least a chance you’ll get out of the daily fucking grind.
And that’s why I don’t play anymore.
Hope is a virtue; false hope is a vice. When you play for instant gratification, you defer the dream. You put off the work it takes to really got out of the grind because you rationalize that worst case scenario, a new life will fall in your lap. Eventually. But it won’t, and even if it did you probably wouldn’t be happy.
Now I don’t even give myself the chance to believe otherwise. The only way I’m getting to where I want to be is by working my ass off to get there.
And that’s something that gives me hope.