In 2003 I asked my journal this:
If all good things must come to an end, do all bad things go on forever?
Why do all good things have to come to an end anyway? Is it because we're innately negative? Perhaps, we have to be innately negative in order to recognize anything good in life.
I have a good mind to hunt down the pessimist that forced me to recognize my innate negativity and give him a piece of my mind. But the joy I know I will get from doing that will inevitably come to an end, so what's the point?