I tend to see most things in life, as well as the way I lead my own, as being very arbitrary.
The reasons for this are two-fold.
First, arbitrary is one of the rare gems in the english language that many common people, such as myself, are familiar with but have no concept of what the word actually means. This allows a lot of things to be arbitrary, since the meaning is vague and thus easily applied. And with sentences that flow as awkwardly as mine do, it is a given that I am a fan of words which can be easily applied.
ar·bi·trar·y
adj.
Determined by chance, whim, or impulse, and not by necessity, reason, or principle.
So now with the literal meaning of arbitrary out in the open, one can see why I would feel that many things in life are this way. Which just so happens to be my second reason.
Life itself seems arbitrary to me, but almost selectively so.
The instances and occurrences that make up the fabric of our collective reality, if one can go as far as to say that all cultures share a collective reality, seem almost like random impulses in action that fall together to create something bigger.
What I meant before about being selectively arbitrary is that the big picture created by all life's random impulses seems to be woven together intelligently and almost logically. I suppose that can be considered coincidence, but where does the line between coincidence and preconceived purpose begin to blur?
I think this is why some people feel compelled to affiliate themselves with an explanation for life's processing, whether it be a religious affiliation or just sworn allegiance to chance and logic.
I, personally, find it fruitless to pursue these explanations.
To me it doesn't matter why what happens happens to happen, but what does seem important is the way in which we navigate the channels we are given in life.