We've all had them: bad days. We're all bound to have them again. Bad days interchange like weather, but without the forecasted predictability or patterns. Some days are simply black clouds looming above us, ready to pour at any given moment. Then there are some days filled with sun, life feels great, and while we're soaking under its radiance, the storm clouds seemingly disappear. Some days are both sunny and end with a thunderstorm; it's simply another nature.
Bad days happen. Some are fortunate to only experience one or two a month, and some are forced to withstand the rain for a series of bad days: a bad week.
A bad day is flexible in its meaning; the definition of 'bad' is merely subjective, anyone's bad day could be another person's good day.
But, bad days could entail spilling coffee on your favorite shirt en route to work, scalding your chest in the process. Plus, a lack of coffee in the morning already guarantees disaster.
A bad day could be when your car breaks down for the third time this month and having a nasty stranger yelling at you because you're "blocking" his driveway. (True story).
A bad day is finding out your cat passed away the same day you were given yet another task at work, as if you didn't already have enough to do.
A bad day is guiltily foraging through your pockets in front of the cash register because you don't have enough to pay for the groceries.
A bad day is when everything seems to be going wrong, and you just want to throw your hands up in the air, screaming "I give up!" because clearly, the world is out to get you.
But the truth is, it's not. The world doesn't spin because it wants to see us in misery. The world spins for reasons some may forever argue, but it does not spin for us to be happy, and it does not spin for us to be angry.
Bad days do not mean it's a bad life. There is light between the clouds, the sun is still in existence, and there is always tomorrow. A better day.
