Sometimes you can catch me mutter to myself, "What is life?!" while crossing the streets of NYC. That, or a long and exaggerated, "Fuuuuuuuhk" --- which is probably more than likely.
It's ironic how I comfort people when things don't go their way saying there's a reason for everything. There's a reason why your car broke down - maybe you weren't suppose to be at a certain place at a particular time. There's a reason why a certain friend who is no longer in your life - maybe their part in your story is over. There's a reason why you got fired or didn't get the job you wanted - maybe there's a bigger path for you. But when some misfortune happens to me, I feel sorry for myself and believe it's just pure bad luck on my behalf. But damn, it's so much easier accepting the fact you have shitty luck and the world is out to get you. That's so much easier to swallow than the cliche, "If it's meant to be...", bullshit.
Or you can also do what I do and blame Mercury Retrogade for your misery. (Although sometimes it can feel like all the planets in the damn solar system is working against you). But you remembered that the world truly does not revolve around you -- which is unfortunate, 'cause why not? It's humbling to know that "it is what it is --- Shit happens and 90% of the time, there's always meaning to it. You just have to learn to accept the misfortunes and keep on moving. You'd never know what's around the corner...
God, this is such a cheesy post. Promise to be less dramatic. *faints*