Some days are just shitty. Sorry to use such a strong word, but there are times when strong words are the only words that suffice.
These are the days when your dog has gotten diarrhea and this is evident on the leather shoes you left on the floor in the hallway. They are days when you discover some unpaid bills that somehow had been hidden under a pile of newspapers, and whatever money is left in your account will be exactly enough to pay them. These are days when your children won’t stop reminding you of your ignorance, lack of wisdom and clumsiness. Days where everything you own is in disarray, your friends seem to have forgotten you, the only sms you get is one reminding you that you have failed at yet another task, and you feel the beginning of a sore throat. You notice that all your underwear is dirty. These are the days when the scale in your bathroom is brutally honest and you understand that the price of excessive ice-cream-eating and wine-drinking is higher than you first thought. Then winter does its own thing, making your planned run more than an impossible challenge. Days when all you want is a little peace, and all you get is loud noises everywhere.
I feel sorry for myself. I wish that somebody would take notice and come to the rescue. I clench my teeth and go on. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, I remind myself. In reality, what doesn’t kill me makes me really cranky.
When my children’s lives are falling apart, according to them, I remind them that life will never run as smooth as Shinkansen. It is impossible. Because life is full of particles that have their own agendas, and there are metaphysics. Said in simple terms, life is hard because there are so many of us who are all trying to make it on this planet, and some of us seem to forget that one has to love one’s neighbor as oneself. And if that is not enough, dogs eat stuff that give them diarrhea and the climate seems to be doing its own thing too. The best thing one can do it to put on the seat belts and try to enjoy the ride, however bumpy.
This is what I will do too. I will put on my seat belt. I will enjoy the moments of pleasure, because one can find them, even during shitty days. It is challenging to find a reason to smile while cleaning dog pooh, but, hey, at least I didn’t step in it. It really did suck to find the unpaid bills, but at least I did have money to pay them. My kids are at times too eager to tell me about my shortcomings, but I need to welcome them. Nobody else told me I had bad breath or that my laugh was a little too loud.
And, besides, I am not living in a remote refugee camp, wondering if the world has forgotten me, and if there will be anything to eat today. At least I am not running for my life because evil men want to kill me. At least I am not dying from a flu that turns into pneumonia that cannot be cured since there is no medicine. At least I didn’t get Ebola. I am just having a hard day with problems that for most people wouldn’t even get close to qualifying as a problem. They would just call it a bump in the road, if that.