There are several ways to interpret shit, which comes in all shapes and sizes. Some are brown, some are black, some are soft, some are like hard pellets, and some pour down like heavy rain. Some are passed without incident, some take up those precious minutes of yours when you could be doing something constructive, and some burn and tear your anus.
It could be that you woke up early every morning faithfully to travel across the country to see day surg patients, with very little yield, and the day you decide not to come is the day you miss three good patients. Or it could be that you get caught in the trap of drugs, poverty, crime, abuse and whatever not. Never mind, shit is still shit, and all shit is smelly.
So what to do with all that shit?
You can choose to dump it on other people but you know where that brings you. You create more victims of shit. You create more shit, and I see people in the wards, bruised and broken, who have to carry that shit. Shit
You can choose to eat your shit regularly and pretend nothing has happened. But you know, things WILL happen. And one day, all that shit will come dripping out of your ears, and heck you'd realise you yourself have turned into some form of shit. Man is what he eats. Shit.
You can choose to get drowned by your shit but you know that is game over. Shit
You can choose to wallow in your shit and act like the world dumped all that shit on you, but guess what? People will hate you for all your shit, people will say you are wallowing in your shit. You become unpopular, you have no friends, you become alone, and that is even more shit. Shit.
Ahah! And some self important people think they have found the solution by taking pride in their shit:
"Look at me world, I went through SO MUCH shit. Bow down before me ye shitless farts."
"I ate more shit than you ate rice, son. My word is more important than yours".
Yes perhaps it is tempting sometimes to develop the illusion that one day all this shit will turn into gold, and that you are part of some grand scheme in this wide world which aims to turn your shit into a golden badge of honour. No one is prepared to think that sometimes they could be just going through shit for shit's sake.
Trouble is, how can someone smeared with so much shit be that dignified anyway? You'd never know if some other people take out their shit and show it to you and say "Hey, I too have shit". And perhaps the worse realisation is that you are not the only one with shit, and you are nothing special. The shit you are swimming in is no longer special shit. That is even worse shit. Sh-- oh forget it you got the idea.
So what to do with all that shit?
So, disappointingly, shittily, I don't have an answer yet. But one of life's purposes is to find that out, and perhaps in the meantime the solution is to not take that shit so seriously. Laugh the shit off. Play with it. Bathe in it. Have fun with it. For me, I've dedicated myself to writing about it, holy shit, and thus you now have
The Discourses in Shitology
Which, I say, will be pretty awesome shit.
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