Life is like a crayon box, and each color represents one of the many flavors of chaos. It's hard to predict what the next thing will be. Maybe you'll get a call that your home is flooded. Maybe you'll wake up to find that a steamroller has parked on your car. Maybe you'll just drop a cake. We learn to tolerate the misfortunes of life because we just kind of have to. So there's that.
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