Although it was painful, you finally understood just how right your father was as you once again discovered the remote control you’d searched so painstakingly for in the last place you looked.
“My god, he was right. He was right all along,” you said to yourself as you pried the black plastic clicker from the wedge between the cushions of your fold-out sofa. “And to think I’d doubted him this whole time.”
Your father’s sage wisdom echoed throughout your mind all day afterward as you completely revised your existential outlook of the world.
“To think,” you said. “It could always be this simple.”
Reports indicate that when you later misplaced your keys, a serene calm beset you as you lightly chortled to yourself, “here we go again.”