I used to wonder if Luck still exist.

Sometimes few people get the most beautiful maids around them and decide to make solid relations, hoping for something(spending life together). Friends even admire them and raise comments like you are a lucky man. Their weddings, usually splendid and full of exorbitance. What shocks me is why most of these people do not spend good days ahead or even separate before the guests get home.
Most especially those who marry in the church. Does the priest usually forget to tell them something or they just admire to sponsor merry making. For me I'm beginning to count myself lucky for not yet being in a trap like some friends who seldom want to take over the management of bear pallours even after exhausting their marginal utilities.