Sometimes all the little tragedies we face build, until the tension is so great, that our whole understanding of life comes tumbling down.
Sometimes the negative things we go through makes us wiser, better, closer; sometimes even being blessings in disguise.
And sometimes, there is just nothing to analyze at all... it's just how it is.
I like the 'glass of water' approach; is it half full or half empty? You know how the optimists and pessimists answer this one.
How about the realist?
She would say that the glass is simply twice as big as it needs to be.