Match Point

It is scary to think so much that life is out of one's control. There are moments in a match when the ball hits the top of the net and for a split second it can either go forward or fall back. With a little luck it goes forward, and you win. Or maybe it doesn't, and you lose.
--- Woody Allen, “Match Point”

Obviously, the ball fell back and I lost. Justice is undone again. My God! Why have you forsaken me? Does it prove that a great part of life is dependent on luck? Or is it just an excuse for losers? I don’t know, I don’t know, but I am really frustrated by the failures. Fuck you!!