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.
