My horse scratches, pees, farts, and unloads piles of poop in a completely unconcerned way; the chickens drop eggs and poop from the same opening, cackling with delight when the substance emitted is an egg; the goats drop cascades of little pellets whenever they please, and then they push cute little wet babies out of the other nether opening.
Even the dogs and the cat have tidy places for depositing excreta of which they are obviously proud: they all turn around to examine the results and give it a proprietary sniff or two.
Then we humans move vast quantities of the stuff onto roses and irises and petunias, and the result is breathtaking.
I like to think that I have moved vast quantities of the figurative shit in my life to the flowerbeds of my psyche, where that manure fosters the blossoming of a better soul. Accumulating that kind of psychic excrement is toxic to one's wellbeing, so dumping it is essential. Unfortunately, some people think dumping it on others is the only way to get it out of the way, but it's still toxic. They just make someone else sick, instead of growing their own internal flowerbeds.
So get out there and enjoy the flowers, remembering that beauty depends on moving loads of poop.