Some of us seem to always be in the wrong place at the wrong time, or at least not in the right place. The rain falls on everyone but some seem to live under a black cloud. It is a curse of the fates, being born under an unlucky star? Some seem to always come up smelling like a rose no matter what happens, while others are snagged by thorns. We can certainly look in the mirror for some of problems and blame the person looking back at us. The Dao is impartial to all things and is not to blame. You do wonder why this is though.