On Praise for Bad Days
I’m a firm believer that good days can only exist due to bad days. The 20th bite of a food tastes the same, but that first bite tastes all the richer due to the stark contrast to before it. Our highs are defined by the lows. So in that virtue, I wouldn’t be able to feel happy without feeling sad first. In some sense, this is liberating since it gives a reason to these random days of sadness, or these engulfing lows. At least this way with this world view there’s a reason to feel this way.
But on the contrary, doesn’t this imply that suffering is unavoidable, and that there is nothing you can do to alleviate those bad days; for if you do it takes them at the expense of the good ones?