Let’s say you went outside with your pruning shears and a brown bag for the cuttings to go into. Let’s say you were doing a fantastic job trimming his mess and getting the bush to look more like a round clump than a mutated octagon clump. Let’s say you were humming and have a great time sniping here and snipping there, the blustery warm wind whipping around your hair. Let’s say you were feeling pretty smug about your technique and were putting together your statement of "I’m more awesome than you because..." that you were planning on springing on Husband the minute he walked in the door.
Then, let’s say mother nature decided you were being an ass and had the wind move the bush just as you snipped and a large LARGE chunk of bush came off in your hand leaving a hole in your otherwise round and fluffy bush.
There is no way to fix that! No amount of pulling this branch this way and that branch that way will fix a hole the size of my head in a bush. This ain't no head of hair. No comb over will work to cover this mess.
So let's say now the bushes are still totally uneven, look like a donut from above but are a bit less wonky than before. After a lifetime of haircuts that started with "I'll just fix this side. Oops. I just fix that side. Oops." and ended with "Annnnd now I'm bald." at least you stopped snipping and came inside.
Mother Nature and Karma =1
You and ego = 0
Mother Nature = winner of everything
You = in awe