It can't always be happy days.
Happy times come sparingly, accidentally, and luckily.
The straight road to eternity is impossible without bumps and humps.
There can't be a whole week in absolute happiness without the least of one grey, blue day.
Days complete with high spirits, good luck, and cheery moods would mean perfection, and such a seamless quality exists not. Perfection is not reality, because perfection is God's ideal.
Happiness comes only in fragments, bits and pieces, parts and portions; either in a day, within a week, a month, or maybe a whole year. Sadness or bad days are a plague no human can avoid.
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