Well said.

A promotion at work that I’d been wanting so badly for years that my teeth ached ended up showing me what I didn’t want to do. A transfer that I took somewhat under duress led me to discover a passion for something I never dreamed I’d have either an aptitude for or an interest in. And I wouldn’t have any of it if I hadn’t been fired from a job nearly a decade ago for poor performance.

Even more strange, learning of the death of an estranged friend (long story) re-connected me with my artistic aspirations, which had been stuck in neutral while simultaneously eating me alive in retaliation for my locking them up. It’s an odd feeling to benefit from this woman’s death. My girlfriend says I can think of it as a loving tribute to her, but part of me feels guilty for having stolen inspiration from someone whom I loved but with whom I could not coexist in life.

I’m sure Buddhism has a very elegant way of expressing this concept. Me, I just think life is funny.