Do you remember when you were a kid, how wonderful it was to eat a popsicle in the heat of the summer sun? Its yummy goodness dripping all over your hand. The race to lick every drop before it landed crushed on the ground. How it so easily smeared on EVERYTHING your face, your shirt, your shins (like really how is that possible??)
I think life is like a popsicle. Regardless of the flavor, joy and disappointment exists in its deliciousness. So no matter where you are, enjoy the rush, the excitement, mourn the loss of pieces that fall away and then look forward to the next mouth-full that reminds you of the abundance of it all.