I hate the phrase, “Life’s too short…”
Mainly because it’s wholly inaccurate. Life will take longer for us to complete than anything else we will ever attempt to do. Everything else exists within the confines of life. Life is the curio cabinet in which we place our bric-a-brac. Sometimes, when we’re feeling all introspective and thinky, or when we’re being all nosy and judgy, we’ll tell ourselves or other people things like, “Hey, life’s too short to have that negative attitude…” or, “Life’s too short to sweat the small stuff…”
But life is long, too long to worry about how long it is – and because it’s so long, the “small stuff” is actually infinitesimally insignificant compared to the totality of our existence on the ol’ mortal coil. A period of negativity, in the long run, is a blip on the radar, and will never define you after you’re gone. Can you really imagine your friends and family gathered around your coffin, or ash can, or frozen cryogenic head, and saying, “they were soooo great… really loved cats… always made time for you… but there was that one time they really had a bad attitude…”
You shouldn’t worry about the small stuff because the small stuff doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter. What matters is that you keep trying, keep doing stuff and falling on your face, or doing stuff and having people love it. But just keep at it, try to be happy, if you’re not then fix it, and do things that are “good” – whatever that means to you.