Himalayas To Skyscrapers

"Once the lawn is mowed, I will begin my search again. Well... the ones that still remain even after everything gets cleaned are probably lucky, no? I might find them." I remember being a kid, playing outside, when someone told me that four-leaf clovers were rare. If you found one, you were lucky. I've always loved the idea of being lucky; more than that, I love the feeling of being lucky. I wouldn't say I am obsessed with it, but I'm definitely someone who romanticizes the little things. I somehow convinced myself that if I ever found a four-leaf clover, life would become just a little more dramatic, a little more magical. Ever since that thought, the idea of finding one has never really left me. I wonder if it even makes sense. I wonder if there's any point to it. What exactly am I looking for? Sometimes I think it's like the guy in Temple Run. He just keeps running and running without knowing where it's all supposed to end, until one day... boom. He...