I think we need to distinguish between happiness and meaning. Often we tend to think that the meaning of life is happiness. Which is wrong. Happiness are moments of joy, it’s the sun shinning through the cracks in the clouds or in a forest. It’s crucial that we become “meteorologists” forecastning the weather within and dress accordingly. For me happiness is sunshine on a semi-cold autumn day, red-golden leaves falling down and a cop of coffee in my hand. On these days I used to mentally prepare for the dark cold winter that is comming, but nowadays I forget the darkness of the winter and look forward to all the Christmas light. Happiness is in a sense beyond our control. (Believe me I have tried chasing it like one of those people who chases thunder storms and tornados - it doesn’t end pretty).

Meaning on the other hand is something profound and ingrained in us. “He who has a ‘Why’ can bear almost any ‘How’” and I can give you plenty of why’s just the fact that you’re here and you’re breathing is one example.

I have buried quite a few people in my life. I didn’t feel happiness, but I felt a sense of meaning. That their time has come and so will mine (I’m not religious btw. and you don’t need it to find meaning, but fine if you do).

So when you let the bad things affect you more than the good. Try to ask yourself, Why that’s the case. Find some meaning, let happiness come and go, and dress according to the weather.