I could tell you stories and stories about the bad luck I’ve had. But I’m not going to do that. Because who am I to judge what’s “bad” luck? Maybe “bad luck” is what saved me from “absolutely fucking horrendous luck.”

Also, “bad luck” is often simply a consequence of bad decisions.

Or, it is really “normal luck,” but seems “bad” in contrast to one’s high hopes, goals and expectations. In the end, it’s just “luck.” It is what it is. Since life is suffering, the “luck” often morphs into a “suck.” Deal with it.