Stuff happens.

All the time.

Every day.

Every moment.

To you.

To me.

Stuff's always going to happen.

Some of it you'll like.

Some of it you'll hate.

The stuff doesn't care.

It's just happening.

It always will.

I have no control over the stuff.

I only have control over the stuff in my head.

My thoughts about the stuff.

My reactions to the stuff.

My interpretations of the stuff.

Uh oh.

There it is.

More stuff.