My problems aren't big but it doesn't necessarily take a big problem to kill me.
Where would I be without my sense of direction.
If you can neither accept it or change it, try to laugh at it.
One possible reason why things aren't going according to plan is that there never was a plan.
The entire universe will eventually disintegrate but by then I hope to be in a safer place.
Look how often the unexpected happens - yet we still never expect it.