It's a fact. Life throws shit at us. A lot of shit, and some of them really really dirty and really really awful, if I may say so.

We constantly have to deal with annoying people, infuriating circumstances, things not going according to plan, misery, mistakes, etc. Every single day, we are tried. Our path is blocked by little things and big things. And we are asked to overcome them so that we can proceed.

It's tiring. It requires major effort and a stock of virtues-patience, understanding, temperance, strength, you name it. A lot of times we don't even understand why we are subjected to such.

But although it could give us a headache (with matching cold and flu sometimes), I think the trying times are actually the best times of our lives. It is the point when the human faculty is shown to be imperfect but nonetheless beautiful in its imperfection. It's what leads us to the good things. It is when we persevere despite things that we emerge victorious. With problems and trials, we realize how much we are loved by the people around us; we become more aware of the negative sides of reality and thus we are driven to action; and we come to discover our true selves and celebrate the good qualities while trying to reform the bad ones.

So, lighten up! You can always wipe the poop off and flash the world a smile.