The good times come and go, as do the bad, and happiness is had by all at some point. So too is sadness had by all. Time continues, unfeeling, as feelings and emotions course over us, and we either learn to ride the bad times to the good, or we lose the chance to do anything: to live, to feel, to laugh, to breathe. With or without us, time continues; it is up to us to make the best of it.
Not the only post pushing my spirits down. Much goes on outside my little world that I cannot control; much goes on inside it that I can't control as well. It saddens me to watch on as things progress, regardless of what they are; distractions are only so helpful, and it becomes so hard to allow them to distract me.
There is beauty in this world, if you'd chance to look for it.
M: At least he who reaches will get a good stretch, a good view, and perhaps even a low-hanging apple for his effort!
D: Or perhaps a low-flying arrow fired by some unseen assailant.
M: He might indeed, but loss of life is only great to those who chance to live it.
It's hard to smile sometimes... that's when others who are smiling come in and make it easier, though, eh?