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	We’re seeking presence.

The Ritual of Waiting

Baccarat isn’t about strategy for most people—it’s about ritual. The way cards are dealt, the pause before results appear… it mimics life’s pauses: waiting for an email, for a call, for someone to notice you.

In my research at UCL, I found something startling: players don’t just track odds—they track time. A single hand takes seconds. But those seconds stretch into minutes when you’re alone with your thoughts.

The game becomes an anchor in emotional turbulence.

When Luck Feels Like Love

The moment you place your bet and wait—that time stops. For a heartbeat, everything else fades. It’s not about money. It’s about feeling connected, even if only to yourself. But here’s what no guide tells you: winning doesn’t fix emptiness. Sometimes it makes it louder. I once met a woman who played daily after work—always betting on ‘Banker’. She said she didn’t care about profits; she cared about the pattern of her routine. ‘It reminds me I’m still here,’ she wrote in her anonymous message. That wasn’t gambling—it was survival.

Rewriting the Game With Care

The answer is not to stop—but to change how we play: • Set time limits—not just for money, but for emotional space. One session = one episode of music or one cup of tea. • Treat each round as meditation: watch the cards fall like leaves from a tree—not as signals of fate, but as moments passing through your hands. • Replace ‘I must win’ with ‘I am allowed to be here.’

You don’t need luck—you need permission to exist quietly in your own skin.

This Isn’t About Winning—It’s About Being Seen by Yourself

Games aren’t villains. They’re mirrors shaped by loneliness and longing. But they don’t have to reflect pain forever.

When you sit at that table again tonight—ask yourself:

Am I chasing fortune… or simply trying not to disappear?

The answer might be enough.