One of the pleasures of getting to 68 (in a few days) is that I can sit here (some mornings, when I've slept very well) and let my mind range out across my life's experience. And a lot of things do make sense, that long ago frustrated, or hurt, or otherwise vexed me.
I see them. I understand them.
Why my parents did (or didn't do) certain things.
Why certain females broke my heart.
Why certain bosses did things I thought were dumb.
Not everything, certainly, but a lot of things.
I feel lucky to be able to say that.