Improbable Possibility

Why does my life have to be so full of non-events? Everything seems to be an event, but then it turns out to be nothing but a figment of my imagination. Perhaps I am over-sensitive, maybe I think too much. Although I don't believe that thinking too much is a crime, it's certainly not doing me any good with my psychological health.

If somethings are not possible, why do I insist that there is a possibility? Am I destined to believe in the improbable possibility?