Life is a scarring process

Having been in a serious incident recently, it never ceases to amaze me what life will throw up - just when I thought I was getting to point A, a whole new set of difficult conditions blows in to take me away to some unpleasant place. It feels as if this 'being' is getting battered and bruised by circumstance and I have to learn to live with the scars. Perhaps it is my expectation that life should be comfortable that is causing me the most hassle - I don't want to be injured, but injured is what has occurred.

Am I thinking too much? Probably.