Vagabonds enjoy serendipity. When there are a number of turns in the road, thinking which one to take becomes less an existential choice, more an instinct, a random kicking of the stone in the street.
I'm finding myself pleasantly surprised, since choices made so far seem to be have been both productive and comparatively fruitful.
Replacing the things once thought lost have been exciting and rewarding. Luck? I don't think so.