A Bad Memory Holds the Key to Happiness
My bad memories aren’t so bad. In fact, those bad memories contributed to my overall happiness.
If this sounds absolutely ridiculous, hear me out.
My life consists of good and bad memories. I can’t afford to forget the bad memories because the lessons I learned are too valuable.
Those lessons I learned keep me from repeating the same mistakes that initially created the lessons. Not having to endure that again makes me a happier person.
When you put it that way, it doesn’t sound that ridiculous, does it?