I still love this.

"...And as I walked, I tried to see the funny side. It wasn't easy,
and I'm still not sure that I managed it properly, but it's just
something I like to do when things aren't going well. Because what
does it mean, to say that things aren't going well? Compared to what?

You can say: compared to how things were going a couple of hours ago,
or a couple of years ago. But that's not the point. If two cars are
speeding towards a brick wall with no brakes, and one car hits the
wall moments before the other, you can't spend those moments saying
that the second car is much better off than the first.

Death and disaster are at our shoulders every second of our lives,
trying to get at us. Missing, a lot of the time. A lot of miles on the
motorway without a front wheel blow-out. A lot of viruses that slither
through our bodies without snagging. A lot of pianos that fall a
minute after we've passed. Or a month, it makes no difference.

So unless we're going to get down on our knees and give thanks every
time disaster misses, it makes no sense to moan when it strikes. Us,
or anyone else. Because we're not comparing it with anything.

And anyway, we're all dead, or never born, and the whole thing really
is a dream.

There, you see. That's a funny side."