The Universe can be an asshole. Here you are happily running along the meadow, gaily skipping through the flowers, birds singing, skies blue with not a cloud to be seen, the sun beaming down upon you with the warmest glow when BAM! the Universe sticks out his foot and you pull off the biggest face plant ever with buttercups and meadow flying in your wake. There you are, face down in the mud and dirt, your nose bleeding from the epic wallop, laying on the cold earthen floor, your hair left in knots and wayward birds pecking at you bringing twigs and branches to make a nice new nest in there for their offspring. Your arms ache like shit from trying to break your fall on the way down. The ultimate insult, the birds crap on your head as you shoo them away. You never saw it coming.
That’s how life works. It’s all a big game and you get knocked down a time or twenty. It’s not how you get knocked down, although the face plant is painful and embarrassing and epically awful with the nest and crap all over your head, but getting up again is just as hard. It’s a matter of scraping off that blood and dirt, climbing up to your feet and taking a good look around. The sun will still shine. The sky will still be blue. Those goddamned birds will still be looking for a place to nest and crap, but you can rise above all of that. You can take a breath and clean yourself up. The embarrassment will fade. The blood will be cleaned off (although the nose may be a Marcia Brady nose for a while)
and you will trudge on once more. One step at a time at first. Running gaily may have to wait for you to recover. But it will happen. You don’t want to run through a meadow, anyways. The bugs are awful. You are allergic to all of that grass and shit. The birds, seemingly sweet and innocent, will beat you down with their wings and beaks. They are not nice. AND THEY INCESSANTLY CRAP ALL OVER THE PLACE. Seriously. Avoid the birds.
Instead, take stock, get a breath and beat the Universe at its own game.
You. Are. Better.