Shit Happens, It's Okay

Sometimes I just sit and wonder about everything we do.
How our actions can be melodramatic, exaggerated, and just not make any sense!
Sometimes we do things on impulse, but have you ever wondered what the whole point of everything was?
For example, why do we fight over silly things? Things that don't really matter. If you think about it, 10 years from now, will it matter? Will it matter who used the laptop more, who wore whose shoes?
I don't get it. I mean, they say life is short, right? Then why can't we appreciate what we have? Or why can't we fathom how lucky we are to still be around. To have the people we have. To appreciate the roof over our head.
Why do we have to go out there and cry about every little thing that causes a stir?
"Oh my God, my dad yelled at me. I hate my life." Ah, no, you don't. You have a dad. He yelled at you cause you're his child and he cares about you. Would you yell at someone you didn't care about?

It gets hard at times, of course it does, but we can't breakdown every single time something happens.
What's life without difficulties anyway?
I guess what I'm trying to say is that, sometimes we just need to tone it down a little bit. Not take everything to the heart and so seriously. Shit happens, it's okay. You'll get over it. Nothing lasts forever.