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Sometimes it takes a lifetime of learning to drive this very simple principle of life home. Hell, sometimes people even depart this earth not knowing what hit them and what they have done to deserve the lives they have lead. But for some, a year or two of life changing experiences, two or three bouts against seemingly impossible odds and a sudden need to grow up can all lead to a different perspective regarding most of the shit in our lives. Kinda like being given a tour through the septic tank and sewage system of life.
Thinking about it, the whole concept is actually a no brainer. We all know our shit has to go somewhere. Some of us even have an inkling of what the septic tank is supposed to look like and how our shit is stored. But more often than not, people prefer not to dwell on this kind of thought. After all, why think about shit and where it goes when there's a schedule to keep, people to see, places to go, movies to watch and a host of other non-shit related things to think about?
But then again...
Sometimes it's not a question of choice but a task of necessity.. Like when the septic tank overflows or your shit just won't go down like good shits do. You could say its all your past shits come back to haunt you and you'll be right.. After all, all that shit has to go somewhere and forgetting it exists doesn't change a damn thing.
A mother spends her life neglecting her two daughters in pursuit of her own dreams. Now, at the twilight of her life and robbed of success and hope, she deludes herself into thinking that the abuse she puts up with from her older daughter is a form of love and her teenage daughter's pregnancy a form of security. Shit is shit even if you convince yourself its some sort of edible cake.
A daughter spends her adult life hating her father because of his infidelity to her mother. She went to extraordinary lengths to make him feel miserable even to the point of making him beg his friends for his return fare to his home country and refusing to buy him an artificial leg after his amputation. At the pinnacle of her success in her mission, tears were streaming down her face as she told people that her father will always have a special place in her heart. She bought him a special casket for his funeral to show she loved and forgave him, a little too late... a shitty form of success for a shitty kind of mission..
A son chose to come home after decades abroad for his father's last days carrying with him all the baggage he's collected all his life. Spent his vacation drinking and partying with friends and went back home without saying goodbye. Too late did he realize the fact that sometimes there are no second chances for goodbyes, crying himself hoarse over a father gone forever and a lifetime of new crap to add to his baggage.
A businesswoman spent years of shoving shit under the carpet just so she could achieve financial success. Now at the apex of her life, she finds herself alone, divorced from her husband, no kids of her own and nobody to share her wealth with - realizing too late that no amount of money could cure the stink of shoved shit in her life.
Husband and wife spend decades convincing themselves that all the shit wasn't really there. Wouldnt talk about the stink, wouldnt admit both crapped and wouldn't talk about how to get it out of the way. All hell broke loose and crap flew in all directions, now they spend their golden years cleaning up decades of accumulated turd realizing too late that a shit bomb is a two edged sword.
Why do we fool ourselves that shit forgotten is shit lost? Why do we spend our lives assuming we can always clean up our shit later? Why do we convince ourselves that time is an ally we can bend to our schedule and will? Why do we forget that shit accumulates over time and could be more than we are prepared to handle when it overflows from the septic tanks of life?
All that shit has to go somewhere. The only choices we have are to either clean it up or wait for it to overflow.
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