since nothing is really good or bad in itself — it’s all what a person thinks, Hamlet, in Hamlet by Shakespeare.
My original comment is that we are inherently good, my belief, being made in God’s image, how could we not be. Which is not to say we cannot do things that defy that and seemingly deny our innate goodness.
What is good luck or bad luck depends entirely on both the circumstances at the time, and how they unfold. As the old story says, a farmer’s son had his leg broken by a cow. Everyone said it was bad luck. Two weeks later the king’s men came, took every man old enough to fight, but not the farmer’s son, his good luck(?).