This old world is sweet but hard. Nearly as I can tell, there is no poetry without heartbreak. I overheard a young person praising the upside of sadness the other day. I don't know- maybe it depends on your baseline. I want to frolic with friends and listen to babies laugh. I want to pet dogs and drink green Kool-Aid. I want to listen to the Beatles.
If the purpose of misery is merely to recognize the joy, I don't need it.
A smile is my default.