I watched a sharply-dressed old[er] man riffle through his pouch of SA Lotto tickets on the bus today, and my heart sunk deep into my stomach while I considered the possible extent of this action. What kind of life is it if all it becomes is the hope for something that is impossibly valuable and equally improbable?

No, I would much rather devote hard work, late nights and well-thought investment into the preservation and security of my future. Surely more can be earnt by calculated outcome rather than unlikely gambled results?