You get smashed in the face with a spade. Now you’re called Doug. Your girlfriend dumps you. Your dog dies. Your wife finds out about the girlfriend. You accidentally eat a piece of shit, mistaking it for burnt cheese. Then you find out your mum has a grade 4 brain tumor. Today, you’ve had a shit day.

But no matter how bad today is, tomorrow will always be better—even if something slightly worse happens. You can still count on the day after that being better.

So go ahead, wallow in your self-pity. Grieve that shit out.

Because deep down, you know—tomorrow will always be better than today.