i'm starting to see--even in moments of loneliness--that I am never as unhappy as I used to be during yucky times in the past.

There seems to be something always holding me up.

As if the strength of my own backbone can keep me tall even when the weight of a thousand tiny problems is determined to pull me down.

...that isn't to say that those problems can't bend me and pull me to the point of nearly cracking.
They can.
They're doing that right now.

But,
there is something else I'm feeling.

...excitement, willingness to alter the way I look at these problems.
...mental clarity, that all things change and grow, without control--
that the hard times pass as fast as the good,
and in all moments it's important to
feel them, befriend them, live in them.

savor the happiness as the reason for living,
convert the sadness into a moment to learn.
(like turning feces into fertilizer)

*******

AND ALSO, DON'T FORGET:

even Conan gets hurt.