I rationalize that I'm better trained to deal with flying than some of the other things that happen-
Glanced up the causeway I was driving on, to see a tractor trailer snaking back and forth- no where to go, but off the edge- no time to stop- fate entirely up to that other driver- who has more than he can handle already.
I aspirated an aspirin, once.
Sitting at work, hear odd, sharp impact noises overhead, and a bullet falls onto the desk.
I'll fly until it's not worth it anymore, then I'll do something else. In the meantime, I know that the vast majority of accidents are pilot failures. I pay attention.