I think that some years of your life are fantastic and some years of your life are crappy. To me, that’s just how it works out. Friend Amy disagreed with this premise, saying that both good and bad things happen in a year, so you can’t really say one way or another.
That led to me making the following analogy:
A year in one’s life is like a baseball season. Some years are terrific and some are godawful. But wherever a year falls on the spectrum, it’s always going to have both wins and losses. A bad year doesn’t mean you didn’t win at all, and a good year doesn’t mean nothing horrible happened.
Of course, Amy doesn’t care for baseball, so it was wasted on her. But I stand by what I said.