Look at the stars.
From afar, they look like fireflies glittering as the moon shine on its own.
It does not have a certain pattern; unless you want to form a figure, it is basically a bunch of random dots across the nighttime sky…
Then our ancestors formed figures depicting animals, creatures, heroes – constellations – just to appease their curiousity of the unknown and to rather make sense of the world around them in their time.
But in reality, they are just combusting fireballs from afar that may be dead for a long, long time; we just see them glittering right now, but really, they already shed their light from a long time ago and they may be dead right at this moment.
Life is just like that. Fate throws us different things that does not make sense at all, or not parallels with what we are planning.
Being the incredible creatures that we are, we just tend to make sense of whatever is in this life, just to survive.
We may or we may not have to uncover the secrets of the universe just to deduce whatever Fate makes us to do, but we just ad-lib our way through it.
Life is one big improvised theatre. We tend to make out whatever is thrown at us, but in the end we make sense of it all.