Life is a beautiful thing. It can also be a fucked up mess of ugliness. How it looks is entirely up to you. What eyes you view it through make it good or bad. It's much like riding a bull in the rodeo ring. You have got to hang on at least 8 seconds to win. And sometimes it will be the longest eight seconds of your entire life, but dammit you held on while that giant animal did its best to kill you! Will it buck you off sometimes? Yes it will. Will it break and bruise you? Sure it will. What you do when that happens is what matters. Do you get patched up and get your ass back on the bull? Or do you quit and walk away? Do you keep riding through the blood, sweat and tears?