They called it the roll of the dice—I call it the role you decide. Luck had a mouth, so I stopped letting it speak for me. Fate had a hand, so I learned not to shake it blindly. I count what counts. I read the move before I become the move. Chance is charming until it starts charging you. I stopped being a pawn in games that pawned my peace. Now I play chess with what used to play me. So if life says, Roll the dice—I smile, move the piece, and make chance watch me choose.
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