Don't ever pass up the joy. Not for money or prestige. Not for guilt or obligation. You were born with a surplus. We all were.
The sadness? Yeah, we came right from the factory with a lifetime supply of that, too. Oh, it will be rationed over the years. There was a time, a long time, that I thought that any idea of suicide was just an extreme bout of mental illness. It is, I suppose.
The first time that you ever have the blues so bad that you think that maybe express checkout might be the best option, well, that changes everything. From that point forward everything is different. The value of the joy becomes obvious.
Get out there and love. Somebody needs it.