This is true. I found out using empirical methods.
First, things happen – they are earthshaking, life-changing, soul-transforming! You’re borne up on a wave of hope, washed to sea on a tide of fancy and fascination, drenched in a deluge of possibilities and potentials.
Then, something else happens to shift the situation to the left of the number line. Next thing you find, you’re left high and dry on a dirty beach with oil-slicked pelicans staring at you in puzzlement. It’s the same old shit after all, mainly because you’re still hanging around the planet to experience it.
The answer is “Dunno.”
Having no control over the cosmic sewage system, you should therefore take measures. No, not those kinds of measures. Put down the ruler. And the fragmentation grenade.
You can perform reactive measures – have a golf umbrella handy, stock up on toilet paper and wet wipes, and have a garden hose attached to a fire hydrant or an industrial-strength pressure sprayer nearby.
You can also choose to be proactive. Look back on your life. Pick out the recurrent patterns. After having one last cry about the mistakes and wrong choices and failed relationships and their after-effects, analyze what the probable causes could be. Learn to recognize the factors that bring about negative situations and shy away from them. Mainly this involves avoiding toilets, assholes, and other sources of waste matter. This is very difficult, by the way, easier said than done, because of habit, ignorance, and the risk of internal poisoning.
Rally from disappointments and find ways to turn the bad into good. For instance, make a diary of your life’s journey and use the narratives, the experiences, to inform your art, whatever it may be. Life is fodder for creativity. Heartbroken? Take all that emotion, handle it like clay, and turn it back outward onto your canvas or notebook or piano. The resulting painting, story, or song will be brilliant in its sincerity and truth.
There is a third option – passivity. You can decide to just let life pass you by while you watch it from your ratty couch with coins, keys, and cookie crumbs trapped between the cushions, your feet propped up on the coffee table with the beer bottle rings. This is the cop-out choice. Do you really want to do this? Are you sure? You have a reclining two-seater La-Z-Boy with drink holder? In that case, scoot over and pass me the popcorn. And the remote.
Another empirical finding – call it karma, call it divine retribution, call it bilog ang mundo, there is a force in the universe that redresses the balance. “First, do no harm,” like that ancient Greek doctor guy said. Should others do unto you, let them. The wheel will turn. They will carry the burden of their behavior, not you. Understand this – you cannot control others’ actions, only your own. Take it from there.
Therefore, while on this planet, do good. Spread peace and love. Bake red velvet cupcakes. Call it ‘luck’ or ‘random happenstance’, you will be surprised at the unexpected blessings you will receive.
Then again I could be wrong about all this.
This recliner sure is comfy.
“Some think it’s holding on that makes one strong; sometimes it’s letting go.” – Sylvia Robinson