No one really has a bad life. Not even a bad day. Just bad moments.
Life is too short for long pity parties. Get busy living, or get busy dying.
There are few places you can find silence. Air travel could be the last fortress of solitude.
Choas will come, calm will follow, and then it will start up all over again. The secret is to savor the ride.
Time heals almost everything. Give time time.
Take a deep breath. It calms the mind.