At times of adversity, we try to rationalise the situation. We wonder how it happened, what led to it and how we got here. This is how we make sense of the world. But certain things, like accidents, are incapable of being rationalised. We want to feel that we have some kind of control in an unpredictable world, and we attempt to attribute meanings to random events.

At what point do we retreat to accepting it as what it is. At what point do we fight on to get to the bottom of something, even if it is not your war to fight.

Expectations breed disappointments. Nobody in this world owes you the time of the day. Some people are nice, but most people are not. Even priests, preachers and judges are incentivised by promotion.

Sometimes you hit a bump on the road. You get out, you check that the wheels are fine and you carry on. Other times, irrationally, you think "damnit I should have taken a different exit". It doesn't always make sense to find someone or something to blame, in fact, most of the time it doesn't. Blaming someone or something is like masking your own incompetence and your inability to navigate or survive in your environment. (Hello employment tribunal 101). But however illogical, one just needs to park it somewhere; it's a matter of self-preservation.  When you can't park it, the thought goes round and round and round in your head, until you run out of reasons, until it exhausts you, until it puts you to sleep.