There are times, the only thing left for us to do is to clean the house, fight the dragon, eat the crow, face our fears, do what is difficult but necessary, and exorcise what demons happen to be in our path.
The universe in its wide range of greys dotted sparsely with black and white, is silent but all-knowing. The law abiding, rules following, well behaving mentalities are for the preys.
The only compass is our integrity and conscience.
In those moments of trials, we found out who we really are, what we are made of, and how strong or weak we can be. We experience what it's like to be made of flesh and blood, and if we insist on being true to ourselves even while we are being torn apart. The real blessing would be never needing that resolve. Once the idyllic mirage is destroyed, perfection is altered by reality. Fairness is but a construct and a myth; a nightmare disguised as a fairy tale.
And then, hopefully, we live to paint about those adventures.