Shit Happens in Life ; Deal with It ; Shovel it out and Press On

A funny joke  WEE, sleekit, cow’rin, tim’rous beastie,
O, what a panic’s in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
Wi’ bickering brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an’ chase thee,	5
Wi’ murd’ring pattle!
I’m truly sorry man’s dominion,
Has broken nature’s social union,
An’ justifies that ill opinion,
Which makes thee startle	10
At me, thy poor, earth-born companion,
An’ fellow-mortal!
I doubt na, whiles, but thou may thieve;
What then? poor beastie, thou maun live!
A daimen icker in a thrave	15
’S a sma’ request;
I’ll get a blessin wi’ the lave,
An’ never miss’t!
Thy wee bit housie, too, in ruin!
It’s silly wa’s the win’s are strewin!	20
An’ naething, now, to big a new ane,
O’ foggage green!
An’ bleak December’s winds ensuin,
Baith snell an’ keen!
Thou saw the fields laid bare an’ waste,	25
An’ weary winter comin fast,
An’ cozie here, beneath the blast,
Thou thought to dwell—
Till crash! the cruel coulter past
Out thro’ thy cell.	30
That wee bit heap o’ leaves an’ stibble,
Has cost thee mony a weary nibble!
Now thou’s turn’d out, for a’ thy trouble,
But house or hald,
To thole the winter’s sleety dribble,	35
An’ cranreuch cauld!
But, Mousie, thou art no thy lane,
In proving foresight may be vain;
The best-laid schemes o’ mice an’ men
Gang aft agley,	40
An’lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain,
For promis’d joy!
Still thou art blest, compar’d wi’ me
The present only toucheth thee:
But, Och! I backward cast my e’e.	45
On prospects drear!
An’ forward, tho’ I canna see,
I guess an’ fear!
Robert Burns The poet Robert Burns accidently tore through a little mouse's abode in the field so aghast was he that he wrote an entire poem to expess his disappointment and regret (I personally would have just let the fella live and move on), so the poetic and talented would write a sonnet just for easing his guilt and soul and hence the phrase  'the best laid plans of mice and men often go astray'. How often do we see our and our friends hopes and dreams dashed by family squabbles, friends or colleagues backstabbing, business failures, bankruptcies, serious sickness, weather disruptions and financial disasters ?  It is life's unpredictability.  Life is determined by first setting our goals and then when these unexpected things happen (I call them shit), the situation takes control and we are thrust into the vortex of crisis management and time, or health lost.  At the end of the day, we are shaped by how we respond to such crises and whether we can rise up from the ashes of bitter and stinging defeat, health crises, family or interrelationship issues and press on.  It is never about how others view you, that is beyond your control, so do not bother about the perceptions by others about you, that can and will change once they do understand or bother to understand the fine nuances of the situation ; if they are remote and pass comments, well it doesn't matter, as they mean nothing to the sphere or environment in which you are existing. Proving to yourself that you made a difference to this world, your small sphere of influence, your family, your closest friends, your business partners and associates, and finally your acquaintences or work and charity related societys.  There are many million dollar pain in the ass people who flaunt their supposed power and wealth. Don't go near them, it is not in your interest to upstage them. They are ever present and visible, let them be.  Life has a way of evening out things at the end of the day. Just take care of the little mouse who is trying to eke an existence in your field (parable speak).