The bad thing about having the best day in your life is that everything that comes after will never compare. For 12 hours of my life I was really happy and it was the best 12 hours I ever spent doing anything. Now, everything that follows reminds me of how sad everything else is and how my life will never get back to that primal point ever again. What's the point in everything else now that you have already experienced the best thing that could happen to you. You might as well die now and die happy instead of living with the emptiness that comes after.