Tragedy falls not upon those who are least deserving; neither does it torment the vicious and evil. We are all victims of fate, and fate holds no judgment; it harbors no sentience or will and feels no remorse or pride for the lives it claims. To say fate is cruel is a notion equivalent to believing the wind chooses to blow, or that the sun decides to set. All things happen according to the whim of Father Time regardless of statistics and luck, or even wishes and prayers. All experiences, whether they be pleasant or tragic, are based merely upon our own perceptions, and those perceptions are rooted in interpretations, and interpretations are as far from the truth as one can get without blatant deceit. Perhaps the only truth that we can take refuge in is that there is no truth; no grand design, no greater good, and no tangible evil trying to consume us. We are all the quasi-prophetic alpha and omega of our own personal takes on reality, whether we interpret said reality to be hell, heaven, or somewhere in between, or perhaps even somewhere beyond. Likewise, tragedy should only be regarded as another one of these inevitable changes and experiences we mortals are at the mercy of on a daily basis; for one should not fear the blowing wind, and neither should one weep for the setting sun.
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