The time when you either feel like the happiest person.. when everything seems so good.
The time when you feel like the worst loser of all times.. when everything is there present, except you.
The thoughts of the night do not come during the day. Why? Because they don’t exist, then.
It’s funny (read in sarcasm) how next day morning we still manage to pick ourselves back after being so high the previous night (high on joy or grimace, alike)