Luck viewed from a Theoretical Physicists eyes

It is human nature to seek patterns, to try and rationalize this random reality, where we were closer to the "truth" in the first place. The problem arises at the very begining: us. Our perception of reality both gives it form and distorts it irreplibly. We are both God and the Devil, both Creator and Corruptor. Our mere observation of even the most miniscule matter gives it entirely new properties, as though it never had them before. It utterly alienates us from whatever "reality" is, it is more distant than the edge of the eternally expanding cosmos yet it is present in every iota of our being. So when we finally interpret our innocent input, we find ourselves at a loss for what it is. Afterall, we need to apply some form of filtering to have a fast and functioning mental process. 4 billion years of surviving the most competitive environment in existence has given us the human experience. Layer upon layer of differing neural networks, each more complex than the last and infinetely more intertwined with one another than it would seem necessary. Through this labyrinthian lobe we view a faint figure in a dirty mirror, and believe it to be the ultimate truth. Through this lying lense we perceive everyday events, ones that sometimes occur in such a way that we see them as meaningfully connected, as fate or more commically luck. In either context it would seem we assume a driving force behind this, a hidden hand on sequential strings. This need not be a personified entity, simply a universal guiding power that makes all of reality flow. It is a calming thought, that this endless eldrich stream of emotion has at the end of it all meaning. I'd like that... but it feels when I think of that, I merely stand outside of this cosy concept, looking in through the window while the others sit and snuggle together by the fireplace. For the more likely explanation of luck seems to be that we see things as we wished they were, the small lies so we can believe in the big ones. What is coincidence when every possible outcome will, and has taken place? Knowing that some version of yourself experienced the unlucky outcome, robs the experience of it's appeal. Were you lucky to have been the conciousness in this version of yourself that picked up that quarter today, or unlucky to be the version that doesn't have a yacht and $2 billion in the bank? Or is the unlucky one the version of you that got aborted? Our luck only exists while we are in denial of the true scope of the vastness of existence, while we blissfully choose to look at the immediate and the comforting. I guess in that sense we're lucky to be able to do that. Or at least most of us.