A short while back I found myself commenting on a fine blogpost by the excellent blogger CopeHope, concerning triumph over depression and dark times, and keeping dark times at bay in the present. CopeHope listed "Main Secrets of My Success" -- and in my comment I said I'd give some thought to my own list. I did. I've yet to come up with a list -- but I'm hoping to do so. But for now, I'd like to pay tribute to that strange concept that defies any simple explanation, but which seems to hold such power, and apparently guards that fine line between triumph and disaster; between happiness and unhappiness, indeed: 'INDEFINABLE' If you're asking me The secret of my success? I confess I'm stumped. Defining success As "not anxious or depressed" There's but one answer: My secret is luck; An unfathomable thing That I can't bottle. I wish I could say I helped myself feel okay; Then I could be proud. But now, as things stand It all feels out of my hands. (Uninspiringly.) But it's not all grim: Because, intermittently Luck favours us all.