When I was younger, my Dad used to say that life has peaks and valleys. I didn't know then what he was talking about. Now I do. The experiences of life have taught me what he meant.
There are days that I wish I had just stayed comfortably in my bed, under the covers. Those days where nothing goes well, everything falls apart. The only thing that saves me is knowing that it will pass. The days that are just 'regular' or even great will pass, too. Life is flowing. Flowing with the river of life and knowing everything is in flux, everything changes is, for me, the only way. I don't want to hold on to the unhappiness of 'bad' days, and I don't want to make myself unhappy by trying to hold on to the 'great' days.
Flow in the river of life!