Sometimes I feel as though I have it all figured out, my life, my shit, my thoughts in order. This lasts just enough time 'till something (an event, a situation, anything really) shifts my balance and then I realize (all over again) that my shit, my life, nothing is in order and we're just hurtling through a chaotic blackhole, trying to make the best of the blows life hands out like candy to little kids.

"Step right up to get your candy, kids! Just beware that 1 out of 5 candies comes loaded with a tiny bomb."