Nah, not patronising to me. I used to believe that.
Now I believe that shite happens. You clean it up, then it happens again.
Then you realise you can't get rid of shite entirely, so you learn to live with it.. even have fun with it, or even sometimes try and help clean up other people's shite.
Then you die.
And the shite goes back with the rest of the shite, ready to be resurrected by someone else's unsuspecting spade.
I know hon. It's very, very hard to keep your head above the shite at times - especially when you're adept at shovelling shite, but your arms get tired. Keep the faith!