Good luck DOES NOT exist
When I was younger, around 7, I remember in summer camp we would go out every day in search of a four leaf clover. Rumor at the time had it, that whoever found a four leaf clover would have good luck for the rest of their lives. Being 7 years old, this sounded like the best thing out there. In retrospect, about 12 years later this seemed like a metaphor for life.
You can spend your entire life looking for good luck, or make your own.
Being the child of two immigrant parents, the word “Good Luck” was never in our personal vocabularies. First off, we didn’t know much english. And second, the phrase “Good Luck”, was always replaced with “Hard Work”.