Lucky

Even the luckiest of stars eventually burn out, if they don't collapse into an insatiable black hole. Getting accustomed to the unlikely happening makes it so hard to handle when the unlikely follows its natural course and doesn't. You keep expecting some Hollywood-esque surprise to create the happy ending that never seems to come.

Has something intentionally thrown a wrench into the works? Did it ignore fate and follow the path of least resistance? Is this a parallel universe you entered when you took that left turn on the way home from work, changing everything?