The stray angry bullet. It's a concept that dates back to Vietnam. You could do every single thing right, make every choice perfect, not miss a thing, and the stray angry bullet would kill you just as certainly as the well placed sniper's round. Sitting in the barber's chair or in a firefight, made no difference to the stray angry bullet.
Random. It's what makes us human. If it weren't for randomness (chaos) we would all be gods.
My mother said often "Something is going to get you. Nobody dies healthy" When she was 89 it turns out she was right.
I don't know where any of this is going. Thank you for making me think.
Randomness doesn't care who you are, it is not judgmental.
People often associate randomness with negative outcomes - but most people meet the love of their lives in unexpected situations.