I once bet my last $20 on a ‘Full Moon’ jackpot… and lost. Then I remembered: Cancers don’t gamble. We synchronize with tides. The machine didn’t pay out—but the stars did. My therapist said it’s not about luck—it’s about rhythm. So now I meditate before pulling the lever. If you’re still chasing emotional comfort? Drop your bet at 3%. Or just whisper to the moon.

What was your last lucky moment? (I’m still waiting for my shell to glow.)