In the end it all makes sense. But, in the meantime...

Why does bad news always seem to come in threes? Why does it seem so patronizing when friends say "you're better off without out them, anyways."? Why do most cars crash within a mile of home? Why do famous last words never seem epic at the time they're being uttered? I guess perspective is lost in the chaos of a storm. And, a tranquil start to a sweet spring day, lulls us into a sense of complacency that offers no protection when a swarm of ill will rockets towards you like a bullet. That may seem dramatic. But, it is easy to relate to being blind-sided by the unfeeling bull run of progress or a colleague's self promotion. On the brightest days, the absence of darkness is only by chance or circumstance or simple timing. And on the darkest days, take comfort that darkness can serve as an important reminder that the brilliant days are not something to take for granted. And in the end, there is always purpose to the night.... never evident in the chaos of the storm. But the tool one crafts to navigate through the bleak path also works to open doors and shore up footing on the wondrous path ahead.