I’ve come to the conclusion Life-the-Universe-and-Everything will always be unfathomable and mystifying.

Some events are clearly consequences of our actions, but many more are just random and undeserved.  There’s no rhyme or reason.  One person enjoys a relatively uneventful, routine life; another gets relentlessly hit with disasters, unrelated to anything they’ve done or not done.  There is no reliable way to safeguard against random acts of crap.

That’s our human condition, nothing new there, but it still sucks.  You’re always waiting for the other shoe to drop.

So, while waiting, I’m appreciative of these non-eventful moments in time, in which flowers continue to amaze, and cats are simply cats.  The future can be too bleak and unpredictable to contemplate, so you seize upon simple wonders of right now, while you have them.  It’s a tricky skill to learn, but it’s reassuring that the little things dependably persist, despite us.