Of Cheese and Dogs

     I finally got it.  Life shouldn't be like this.  Not everything is dark and gloomy; and it's definitely not about how much you can sulk without feeling sick to your stomach.  Life is unfair sometimes -- Granted! But letting the unfairness of it dictate our lives is, plainly stated, just stupid.  Throughout our stay on earth, bad things are bound to happen, and it's not because you deserve it--most of the time anyway--but just because we're here.  The universe is not out to get you, it has better things to do than to mess around with you. So trying to blame someone for something in particular for our misfortunes, is like trying to blame a mouse for eating a piece of cheese left on the floor for two straight days.  If we live long enough, things are bound to happen--good and bad.  I hadn't really grasped that idea until recently, not until the cheese was gone and the mouse ended up getting eaten by my dog.  That was my epiphany.  We are all mice; at times, the universe loses a piece of cheese that we happen to stumble upon, and sometimes, well, the dogs just happen to get loose.