When Life hands you an egg, you make an omelette (although, for vegetarians, this can be a dire situation then).
Simultaneously, when aforementioned Life hands you lemons, you go ahead and make lemonade. Which, presuming you have with you sugar and cold water, is a pleasant turn of events. Indeed.
And it is quite wrong to question this thing, this Life, as to why it keeps handing us such assorted products. We are supposed to gratefully receive. Everything else being just bad form.
I had guava juice at the mess today. Life (as personified by anna) handed me guava juice. Guava. Juiced. I don't quite know what to say.