I ask why a lot too. Life just doesn't make any sense. That's the conclusion I've come too after spending most of my life trying to make sense out of it. The other day I ran over a piece of metal and ended up with a flat tire. There was a ton of traffic going both ways, but I was the one who hit it. I asked why quite a bit that day.
And I hate that saying, whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger. Because sometimes it doesn't. I like the stranger version much much better, and it's definitely more applicable to my life.