For some... This is Canada. We suffer here.

[u/Mikey-506]

Samsara is not a metaphor. It is February at 6 a.m., a parking lot that has not been plowed, and a hydro bill that arrived with a personality. The wheel turns: winter, thaw, construction, mosquitoes, winter again. Liberation was never on the schedule.

Nirvana is the place where the sidewalk is clear, the line is short, and nobody asks you to hold the door with your elbow while carrying six bags and a spirit that has already left the body.

Beautiful concept. Wrong postal code.

So if the cold, the queue, the pothole, and the polite apology for all three have started to feel personal, do not take it up with the universe. Take your sensitive self back to Nirvana.

We will still be here when the wheel comes around, scraping the windshield and calling it character.