Life is unpredictable. Realities change in a day. But we still calculate odds. We like to think that we’ve done the math. Got it right this time. But it turns out, we’ve been counting backwards all along. The curveballs of life keep us guessing. With time, we learn to duck. Until the sneaky ones hit us. And we fall flat on our face. Unable to move a limb. I heard this somewhere – “No shock lasts longer than 48 hours. There’s too much appetite for the next one”. I think that’s where the beauty lies. In how we stand back up knowing that we’re going to take a hit again.…