My favorite recent example is #lightningcar. There is no good reason for lightning to strike one's car. In the almost month that followed, trying to get my car fixed, I could find no "good" thing to come of it. It did not lead to any new opportunities (as weird things often can). It just happened. It happened, and it sucked. (Yes, I'm fine; I was not in the car when lightning hit, but nearby in my house.)
This morning around 3:30 a.m., unable to fall asleep, I had an astounding (and horrifying) thought: what if, when bad shit does happen, the reason is on the other side of the world? Somewhere, far away from me, is a person to whom good things are happening -- things over which they have no control or maybe even things they don't appear to deserve. In order to keep balance in the Universe, the payment has to come from somewhere, so BAM! Lightning strikes my car. Or a person gets rear-ended at a stoplight. Or you spill your morning coffee all over your new outfit. Your mileage may vary, but you get my point.
People who we think are "lucky" or people to whom good things happens, especially if/when they don't appear to have "earned" them, are perhaps just on the plus column of Karma's checks and balances. People who seem to have bad luck, those of us who just can't catch a break -- we're paying the price for the people above. The payment (or energy) has to come from somewhere, right?
There's a tiny bit of comfort in knowing that my (or your) bad day, bad luck, random shit that happens, could be because someone out there is finally getting the break deserve; there's (teeny) comfort in having a reason why things happen.
There's a terror and horror in the realization that we have no control over this system of checks and balances; that there may be no rhyme or reason why who gets what, so long as it all balances in the end.
And that, kids, is why I've been awake since the wee hours of the morning.