At some point, everything will have a last time.
There’s a stoic meditation where you imagine that this is that last time.
From the little things, the last time you played a cassette tape, to the big things, the last time you say “I love you” to an elderly family member, there’s a last time.
The realisation that in our time here on Earth is finite can depress us, or it can heighten our awareness and appreciation.
And that can make everything special.
If you keep saying ‘the bad guy won’ and judging everyone who supports them as an idiot, then you are playing right into the ‘good vs evil’ fallacy.
At the South Island Show Jumping Champs late last year, my daughters won the classes they were entered in.
A while ago we were at a horse show. Zara and I walked the course, and I read the jump off and told Zara what it was.