Life = Anvil ?

Life is unexpected. I know this fact. It has become my mantra that I chanted almost everyday. But time and time again, life goes around my back and surprise me. That sneaky bastard.
Just when I thought I'm on cloud nine (well, maybe more like cloud five), it materialized itself as an anvil above my head and sent me plumeting to the ground. The fact that I'm still alive is already worth investigating, although perhaps people would be more curious how can an anvil suddenly appeared out of thin air (which leads me to another old-age question, where do all the anvil go ?).
Suddenly, life is tough once more. Living on the ground is never easy. There's too many stones and holes and I keep stumbling on them making me think why can't the stones just go into the holes making everything flat. I guess there's some grand design by some higher power for these stones and holes for them to keep appearing under my feet.
I guess I was up in the air way too long and forgot how it feels to use my feet again. Step by step (Ooh, baby). And it kinda dragged me down. I was desperate and losing hope as fast as the sinking Titanic. I thought I could be strong, but I guess I was wrong. That sneaky bastard, it keeps throwing things out of the window.
But guess what, life is not that mean. It is mean and awful, almost downright sadistic. But once in awhile, it got soft and gives you a pat on the shoulder just before it sends another anvil from above. And that pat on the shoulder keeps me going, bit by bit, no matter how many anvils come crashing down my head (I guess that's that sadistic part of it, that son of a...). And even the one who gave that pat was someone totally unexpected. Someone that I haven't met for, sheesh, I can't even remember when was the last time I met him, it's that long.
So maybe someday I can fly again or perhaps this anvil rain (wouldn't that be cool ?) will never stop. I don't know. Like I said, that mean sneaky bastard has its own plans and trying to find out what will come next is like trying to figure Zaphod Beeblebrox out a.k.a impossible. So who knows what he will throw out of the window next. I just want to know why does it always rain on me ?