As much as we try, we will never be in control of everything. Lows are followed by highs. Sadness is followed by smiles. Just as clouds come with rain, soon they will be blown away to reveal the cotton candy sky again.
So, whenever you are low, look up at the sky and see in its colours some of life's blessings:
"the red of my mother's love
the true blue of my father's hugs."