Everything goes up-and-down I suppose. Sometimes life is bright, sometimes it’s a fireball. Sometime it’s not.
And then also it’s good for me to let things go just as the sun sets. It’ll rise tomorrow and life will bring me something new. Maybe another fireball. Maybe not. Doesn’t matter, it’ll be good.
No, it’ll be better than good. It’ll be fucking fantastic. Because life is fantastic.
As Jimi used to tell me when I was miserable over Kathy way back when, “the best is yet to come.”