I woke up this morning because my cat kept jumping on me and I couldn’t take it anymore. You see, she likes things on a schedule and we feed her every morning between 5 and 7. It was right around seven and so I crawled out of bed to feed her and I saw these dark shadows on the floor. They happened to be dog poop.
There’s an important lesson to be had here, and the lesson is that sometimes, you wake up to find that a dog has literally shit on your floor and your morning. Now, luckily for me, I own a dog, so all in all, it wasn’t too out of the question to find some shit on the floor.
And in the end, yes. The shit is irritating. Annoying. But it’s not necessarily an inherent bad or evil thing. In the end, it’s just poop.
I guess my point is that we often spend a lot of time being angry at things like dog shit that just happen. There’s nothing you can do about them, yet you find yourself seething at the gods and universe for the shit on your floor.
Shit happens. Don’t blame the the universe. Just move on.