Everyone is expected to find things that keep them happy and keep a firm grasp on those things so that they can handle the good with the bad. Write off the shitty day and wake up for better one type of stuff. It’s quite obvious where this is going. I can think of a thousand ways to put it, a drive to my favourite spot, my happy thought, my dial a friend, my relief, my way out, and my ray of sunshine except when there is no sunshine. Or even worse when it is all just a bloody tease. When you put aside all the frustrations and thoughts and head out to that favourite spot, you look out over the steering wheel at the ominous cloud screaming, don’t do this to me! Then while you stand in the middle of the road with your arms stretched out, fists clenched, pleading it to stop it pours harder, it’s no fairy tale.. you get back into the car, biting your teeth.. the only consolation life offers.. it goes on.