I find when I am feeling bad that starting to list the good things in my life helps. Even if it is things like I got to feed the crows, or the rain sounds nice. Nothing is trivial if it brings you joy. We seem to forget that there is as much joy as there is pain in life. Maybe it is because pain bellows whereas joy is less demanding of our attention. Pain serves a purpose in warning us of trouble. Joy is our strength to withstand life's pain. It is always there like the earth beneath us holding it up. It holds us while we cry. I think it deserves attention equal to that which we give pain. I have seen the movie "The Secret". Why I wonder, do most of us do it backwards?