It’s rigged.

It’s rigged – everything, in your favor. 
So there is nothing to worry about. 
Is there some position you want, 
some office, some acclaim, some award, some con, some lover, 
maybe two, maybe three, maybe four — all at once, 
maybe a relationship 
with 
God? 

I know there is a gold mine in you, when you find it 
the wonderment of the earth’s gifts 
you will lay aside 
as naturally as does 
a child a 
doll. 
But, dear, how sweet you look to me kissing the unreal:
comfort, fulfill yourself, 
in any way possible — do that until 
you ache, until you ache, 
then come to me 
again. 

~ Rumi