This might be the kind outlook on life some folks have, but I don’t think it’s a perspective that makes you happy, unless you really are a Dung Beetle, because the more shit they have, the happier they are.
Even when they confuse a seed that smells the same as dung and dig a hole to bury it, they’re still happy. If we think we’re happy then we must be , even if others think we’re deluded.
Cynicism, pessimism, and what I call having to eat the shit sandwiches, is all part of life. But I don’t have to allow all that to define my attitude, my outlook, or my philosophy toward life. That’s what I’d call having is a real shitty attitude, or what do you think? Is Murray right?