Joey, as you go through life, you'll find yourself looking back, and a lot of the stuff looks smaller and smaller as time goes by. Somewhere in my forties I found that life was becoming more and more about wakes and funerals. Soon it sank in, one of these days, I'm gonna be the one in the coffin up at the funeral home.
Today isn't that day, and when I wake up seeing ceiling tiles tomorrow, I'll leap out of bed thrilled that I get another day to go see what happens in the world. Life is a gift. Happiness isn't, but happiness is everywhere just waiting for you to take it.
Hugs, Devlyn