Dumpster Fire
Ever wonder why bad things happen to good people? Or why good things fall into the laps of the shittiest? Meanwhile, I’m out here, some kind of saint strolling down Murphy’s Law Lane, where anything and everything that can go wrong, does. So yeah, you keep truckin’ through the rubbish, damn well knowing you’re just digging through dumpster fires, naming trash treasure. Hell, maybe life is just a mountain of crap sprinkled with tiny specks of glittery happiness. Am I really out here digging through this dump called life just to find glittery shit? Yeah maybe. Because I get it. Sometimes seeing the good in people is the only thing that keeps you digging. As if happiness is buried beneath some harrowing dungeon, guarded by nasty ass dragons, and in the back corner, there it is. Happiness looks like some six-footed, kind eyed sexy creature dripping with mystery. And you’re curious. Curious enough to walk through stank ass dragon fire breath just for seven glittery seconds of heaven. Was it even worth it.
Thats why I say, what's junk to some is gold to others. I believe our very own perception defines our very own value. Some of us like to take the unbeaten path. Forging a trail of trials and errors along the way. Life isn't a road that leads to some ultimate happiness. It’s a chaotic script full of plot twists and fleeting moments of glittery fairy dust along the way to doom. So what are you going to do with the time you’ve got? Sit around hoping for a perfect ending to this beautifully broken mess? Or keep fucking swimming through the dumpster fire…through the madness…knowing damn well that somewhere in those flames, there’s still a bit of greatness burning, too.
We all strive for happiness at the end of the day, so why do we so often, end up wrecked. Like maybe people who are genuinely happy are the ones who just don't give a fuck about it. Like if we focus so much on trying to be happy, we end up hurting because of those unexpected dumpster fires. Take traffic for example. Those damn red lights are there to keep us safe, but they make us fucking late. Instead of appreciating that moment to check our hair, fix our lips, or snap a cute selfie for the dude we’re texting, we end up fuming. All we want to do is go. Why are we so damn angry anyway. Are we really so bitter that a single red light can ruin our entire mood. To the point we’re dropping fuck bombs on poor old Betty just because she slowed down at the yellow. What the hell did Betty do other than follow the damn rules. She didn’t deserve that. No one does. Yet here we are so on edge because we are in such a god damn hurry just to get to the next upsetting moment of the day. Like why do we care so god damn much about our neighbor's trash while totally ignoring the fact that ours is starting to stink up the whole god damn neighborhood anyway. When I just want to breathe clean, fresh peace air, not choke on this judgmental, stank-ass stench we’ve all been exhaling.
I believe there are two types of people in this world. Those who see the glass half full, and those who see it half empty. Then there’s the rest of us wondering who the fuck drank the other half. Like me. Because let’s be real, none of us see life the same. It’s about finding the ones who get it. The one’s who don’t judge you for feasting on five-star garbage while you’re figuring shit out.
Greatness isn’t about who has the biggest lips, and longest eye lashes. Or who’s had the most plastic surgeries. Bigger tits or ass. It’s not about who has the cleanest fucking dumpster on the block, because at the end of the day, it’s still a fucking dumpster. It still holds trash. Life works the same way. You can have all the money and wisdom in the world, the best clothes, the perfect all natural body, but that doesn’t make you immune to life’s venom. Pain doesn’t care how fucking polished you are. You can still end up a miserable goblin, sitting alone with all your shit, poisoned by your own stank-ass attitude. Or, you can be surrounded by people who genuinely love you. People who hug you even when your life smells like shit. I may not be a hugger. But I’ll always be the one there through the shit storms. I’ll hunker the fuck down with you, because we’re making it out. Unless you’re a total shitbag… then, well, good riddance. Some might say I’m naive. Dumb, even. That’s cool. I just pray those people never have to crawl through the same kind of dumpster fires I’ve pulled myself out of. Maybe more people should try actually practicing what they preach. How about that? Stop looking at everyone else just to judge them. Look inward. Stop projecting your mess onto other people. Everyone is deserving. Whether they curse like a sailor or show up to church every damn Sunday. Hell, dare to do both. We all deserve to get what we want. And guess what? Our wants aren’t even the fucking same. We are not the same. We’re not fucking farm animals. Even if I had my dream farm land, all my animals would have different names, different personalities, and different vibes. So stop trying to fit into that invisible fucking fence society keeps building around us. That’s why we’re all struggling to find peace and happiness.
We all have our own moral compass guiding us. So why the hell would someone else’s GPS need to tell me which way to go? Unless I’m shelling out five hundred dollars an hour for legal counsel, keep your damn opinions to yourself. Nobody has it figured out. They may seem like they do, but that’s only because they are THAT fucking good at pretending. Perception plays a huge role in all of it. What happened to just being human. Perfection is a lie. We’re all struggling in different ways. Maybe I’ve been the wife my whole life, and don’t know or fucking want any another way. Maybe the independent boss bitch has been independent her whole life and enjoys it. That doesn’t mean it’s my place to judge or jump on some reel telling everyone to do this and be that. Like everyone is so damn quick to tell people what to do. When did we all become a bunch of self-appointed Nostradamuses? Because if I actually met Nostradamus, I’d ask bigger questions… like who holds the stars in the sky? Did Tupac really die? Are there more earths in the universe? Is there really a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow? Will the Cowboys ever win another Super Bowl? Like are we all just stuck in a damn time portal? What happens when we die? Where do our souls go? Do we all only get one true love a lifetime? And if thats the case, why are we all so damn quick to let love slip away? Becoming jaded assholes instead of fighting for it? Come on, Nostradamus. Why is everyone so fucking cynical? Is there any one out there who understands my heart? Cause sometimes it feels like no one does. Or ever will.
Yet here we are, every single one of us, with our own vibrational sequences to heal and grow through. Sometimes, the same type of person shows up in your life to teach you different lessons. And sometimes, different people show up to teach you the same fucking one. To not live is to avoid everything that happens to you. To push it all away because you’ve convinced yourself you don’t deserve any of it. I don’t deserve the hell I’ve been through. Neither do you. But it still fucking happened, didn’t it? Because that’s life. And yeah, I’d be rich as hell if I had a dollar for every time someone told me that. But you know what? It’s true. Deep down, we all know what we deserve. I get it. But when life strikes you with its lightning-bolt bullshit, does that mean you’re suddenly unworthy of love just because you’re hurting?
Fuck no.
People who say they don’t deserve anything good usually fall into two categories:
A) They’re actually assholes and deep down, they know it.
B) They’ve been through so much shit that they’re stuck in survival mode, just trying to breathe.
I know this, because I’ve been there. Tragedy after tragedy, feeling like a crumpled-up piece of trash on the floor. Especially when the one soul I needed the most walked away. And I promised myself I would never judge someone for just going through it. Because hard shit happens. Who the hell are we to walk away just because someone isn’t at their best? What are we fucking Buddhas who need our feet kissed daily like we’re made of solid gold? So high and mighty we deserve gourmet meals hand-fed to us by ten to twelve hot people at once?
No one is that deserving.
We’re human. We mess up. We break. We make mistakes for fuck’s sake. Get off your high horse and start surfing reality. Yeah, I know, loyalty is rare these days. Half these bitches’ hearts are made of silicone. But fuck it. Let them be who they are. Because you know who you are. You know your heart. Don’t ever change that. The devil would love nothing more than to recruit good souls into his wicked little infantry. But not you. You’re not fooled. Because people who truly know your heart will never try to change the loving, loyal person you are. Some people simply can’t match your kindness. So it feels like they throw you away. But that doesn’t mean you’re trash. It just means they can’t measure up to your greatness. Trying to force that connection is like running back into a fire you already escaped. Don’t sell yourself short. The ones who see the light in you will shine it back at you. They won’t dim your glow just to brighten their own. Even if you’d light up their darkest room with your last fucking bulb. That says everything about you, not them. Sometimes, the people around you won’t understand your journey and that’s okay. It’s not their journey to understand. It’s yours. So chase your own fucking shimmery happiness. Whatever the fuck that looks like.
Sure, maybe I feel like that unlucky fella Murphy stamped his law upon when I look back on the chaos of my life. The comical heartbreaks, the highs and lows, it’s almost poetic. Being rushed to the hospital for emergency surgery really made me think about what’s actually important. I could stare into the dumpster fire of the past five years and wanna die from the weight of it all…
Or, I can laugh with grace and be thankful I survived it. Because losing love made me stronger. Challenges made me wiser.
And letting go? That made my heart fucking lighter. People always come and go, but my heart—my soul—stays with me forever.
So remember who the fuck you are. All that crap? It’s just crap. It’s just trash.
They lost. I didn’t lose anything but heartache and disappointment. Life had to toss them out, because I would’ve held on to that stench long after it started making my world reek. I’ll never blame myself for that.
I am beautiful.
I am kind.
And I am pretty fucking amazing. The right one will see that. We might feel cursed sometimes, but we are blessed beyond measure.
So do what you want, even if it breaks your heart. No judgement here. Life breaks our hearts in the worst possible ways anyway. But when you chase your own desires, thats where you find real happiness. That’s where you discover what you truly deserve. Stop trying to be like everyone else. Yeah, we all have to stop at the damn red lights, but that doesn’t mean we have to be the same fucking person. Be yourself. That’s where I’ve found the most meaningful moments. Doing what I love. What I want. That’s when I feel most alive. Even if others don’t fucking get it. I do…and that’s the difference. Even if it fucking breaks my heart over and over again. I’ll keep choosing what feels true. Because failure isn’t falling short, it’s not trying at all. Taking action, even if it doesn’t lead to success, is still better than being paralyzed by fear, doubt or perfectionism. Failure is just part of the process. Just like trash. But quitting before you start? That’s the real loss. At least I can say I don’t live with regret. When life delivers its final blow and your whole story flashes before your eyes, what chances are you going to wish you took? What love are you going to miss? Don’t carry around the emotional garbage of missed opportunities just because you were too scared to lose. Bravery is being scared to fucking death and showing up anyway. Because those garbage moments don’t matter when you’re watching someone you love cry through chemo. Or when you have to let someone go because they can’t give you a reason to stay. Or when you finally open that unread text from someone who passed away but you can’t reply. That’s real life. All the other bullshit? Just noise. Just trash. Burn it in the dumpster fire where it belongs. Someone great once told me, “Hold onto the ones that truly care because that shit is rare.” The rest, just garbage. So make your choice. Hold on to what matters to YOU. Because in the end, we’re all just dumpster diving through life, hoping we find something real before it’s too late anyway.
Sure, maybe I’m the type to hold others up and keep them from drowning, while struggling to stay afloat in my own damn rough sea. There’s nothing wrong with having a pure heart that genuinely cares for others. Like Taylor Swift said, “I was dancing through the lightning strikes.” That kind of resilience—that shit defines character. That’s what shapes who you are. It’s not about showing up only when things are easy, or loving someone conditionally. It’s about being there through all the storms. More people need to learn that life is a fucking conquest. You don’t abandon or judge the ones who need you most. You hold the fuck on and show the fuck up no matter fucking what. Maybe my true happiness is seeing that glow up. To cheer for the team that always loses. To be there for that one fucking epic win. I mean hell, we all know I’m a Dallas fan. Maybe I’ve gotten too comfortable struggling. But honestly, I wouldn’t have it any other way. Maybe I’m an optimist on a pessimistic planet. Trust me, there are enough negative characters, liars, and traitors out there. I’ll take the sunrise than the dark night any day. As the sun always rises with hope for a new beginning. Yet still, the sun and moon, as different as they are, still need each other. Sure, they must have their own moments of frustration, relying on each other just to rest for fucks sake. Yet the beauty of it is, you can’t have a day without the night. To me, that’s real pure fucking love. And as much of a sunshine I am for others, the moon and stars shine to remind me that even through my darkest nights, there’s always a light in front of me. Life can feel like a dumpster fire of flames tearing across the sky, but it still won’t stop me from diving deep into the night. Even if I find myself trapped in that damn dump. I will never be afraid of false sparks. Because one day, it will be worth it all. When that special soul ignites my whole god damn dumpster-fire life.
“Dumpster Fire”
Written By Epiphany Tiffany.