I have to confess that I may have a gambling addiction

It starts in the morning

When I first get out of bed

I never know how the day is going to go

Or if this day will be my last

But despite the fear

I get up anyway

Because it beats the alternative

Which is fear

Which leads to a slow death

Besides the worst-case scenario almost never happens

I leave the house and get in the car, unless I use public transit or ride sharing

Knowing this could be my last trip

If I survive, I could be mangled for life

I get to work where I make countless decisions throughout the day, not knowing the outcome of the decision

I come back home at the end of the day

Eat my dinner, watch a little TV or listen to the radio and then go to bed

Back in bed, my little comfort zone

Knowing I may not be safe there

But I choose not to worry

Inner peace leads to a good night’s sleep in spite of all the negativity in the world.