Yoda meets John Lennon.

The two are passing on a street when their eyes meet.

Both stop and stare at one another, frozen in a moment of realization.

Yoda speaks first, saying, “There is no try, only do.”

Lennon responds, “There are no problems, only solutions.”

Smiles.

They give each other a nod of recognition and continue on their way, never to meet again.

‘Nuf said.

As luck would have it, Yours Truly was also walking along that same street at that exact moment.

Couldn’t help but overhear.

Hmmmm!

Try, do, problems, solutions, that’s what it’s all about.

Now what?

Mind racing, heart pounding, body tingling, a sudden blinding flash overwhelms my senses.

Everything I’ve ever seen, smelled, touched, thought, or dreamed becomes one.

I frantically look in both directions, hoping to get those guys back together for more.

But, alas, neither are anywhere to be seen.

That was that.

It’s on me now.

The street we walked on was right next to a beach.

My feet carry me mindlessly to the water’s edge.

There’s a strong onshore breeze, and an old rusty shovel is laying there, washed ashore by the tide.

I pick up the shovel and notice that there’s dog poop on the sand.

After stopping to piss into the wind, I begin shoveling shit against the tide.

The piss blows back onto me, and the shit floats back no matter how far I toss it with the shovel.

Oh, well, the piss will dry in the breezy sunshine, and the poop’s not really hurting anyone.

I did what I needed to do, and solved the problem by deciding it didn’t really need solving.

The freshening breeze feels good, my clothes are drying, and the poop is behind me, out of sight, out of mind as I stroll along the shoreline, carrying on old rusty shovel like a walking stick, with not a care in the world.

Forge ahead!

Wonder who I’ll bump into next.