Daily Inspiration Quote by Robert Brault

Brault turns gratitude into a small act of accounting, and the result is slyly radical: the richest “lottery” isn’t a windfall, it’s the steady stipend of time itself. “I count myself lucky” nods to cliché, then immediately hijacks it. Luck isn’t framed as a rare, cinematic jackpot but as a wage: “paid to me in seven sunrises a week for life.” The phrasing is deliberately transactional, as if dawn were direct deposit. That tension - cosmic gift rendered in the language of payroll - is the engine of the line.

The intent is to rewire what we consider prosperity. Lotteries are about scarcity and odds; sunrises are guaranteed until they aren’t. By claiming he “won…long ago,” Brault implies the victory isn’t random at all. It’s a decision, made earlier, to treat ordinary recurrence as fortune rather than background noise. The subtext is a rebuke to the modern appetite for the exceptional: we chase peak moments while the baseline miracle (another day) gets dismissed as mere schedule.

“Seven sunrises a week” also smuggles in a weekly rhythm that feels both secular and faintly devotional, like a liturgy for people who don’t want hymns. Contextually, it reads as late-modern philosophy in miniature: a mindfulness ethic without incense, gratitude without sentimentality. The kicker is “for life,” which carries a quiet double edge. Yes, it promises continuity; it also reminds you the payments stop. That awareness is what makes the gratitude feel earned, not cute.