So whenever my day takes a turn for the worse and I no longer want to deal with the petty, pointless drama of everyday life, I remember that it is my choice to respond with tears and hatred or to close my eyes, breathe in, and think of night, when I have a quiet place all alone, to lay and consider how small I am in light of the full picture. Personally, I would much rather choose the second option, but that is my current state of mind.