On my way home from work this evening I saw a man sitting on a step with his arm around a woman. Her head was down, and it looked like he was comforting her.
As I got closer I saw that she was smiling, and I thought, "Oh, good."
Not that it had anything to do with me.
It's just that we all have a finite number of moments in our lives, and it goes without saying that some of them are going to be shitty.
It's important not to let the others get away.