I think there is some value in accepting there are things out of our control and there is no benefit in dwelling on those things. Of course we can’t apply it to everything.

Tja

Won’t somebody think of the men.

Wait OP, which one wins? I think you used the format in reverse, but I’m not sure?

Ever since COVID took my dad from us in 2023, this is the way all my “nightmares” end up going: No matter what horrific vision unfolds before me, “it is what it is.” “This is my life now; better get used to it.” “Oh well.” “So it goes.”

Dream about being dismembered?
“Guess I’ll just deal with it.”

Dream about the world ending?
“Sure, why not.”

Dream about everyone else I love burning alive?
“I see. That figures.”

Dream about being trapped in a dark twisting maze that changes every time I turn around, with no exit in sight?
“Uh huh. Alright then.”

Dream about experiencing explosive decompression when the hull of an orbital habitat I’m living in ruptures?
“Ok. Whatever.”

Dream about my car falling through a hole in a collapsing bridge, landing in the water, sinking to the bottom of the river upside down, the cab gradually flooding with me trapped inside, feeling the freezing, dark, murky water creeping up, immersing my scalp, my forehead, my eyes, my nose, my mouth…
“Yeah. Of course.”

Dream about being torn apart and eaten alive by monsters?
“… Finally.”

It’s funny how things that may happen soon can still fill me with dread when the thought of them actually proceeding leaves me empty and resigned ._.