dear lottery 6:00 p.m.

Dear Lottery, 6:00 p.m.The clock ticks, each second a tiny, insistent drumbeat echoing in my mind. 6:00 p.m. the moment that could change everything. Dear Lottery, Im writing to you now, not with a begging tone, but with a quiet desperation. Im not asking for riches, for the kind of wealth that buys yachts and private islands. Im asking for the freedom to breathe, for the chance to chase dreams that have been buried under the weight of bills and obligations.I dream of a life free from the suffocating grip of financial worries. I dream of evenings spent pursuing passions, not scraping by. I dream of waking up to the sound of birdsong, not the alarm clocks shrill cry. 6:00 p.m. is more than a time its a threshold. A moment where hope, however fragile, blossoms into something tangible. Its a chance to rewrite my story, to be the author of a future where dreams are not just whispers in the wind.I know the odds are stacked against me. But tonight, at 6:00 p.m., Ill hold my breath, and maybe, just maybe, Ill be swept away by the winds of fortune. Dear Lottery, please, let 6:00 p.m. be the beginning of a new chapter. Let it be the moment when I finally start living, not just surviving.