It seems to me that bad experiences burn themselves into our cells while the good ones fly away on butterfly wings.
Do I remember the good times ??? Of course not. Lying in bed at nite/showering/driving to work. What do I remember ... sadness of course. So I have to divert my memories ... which can be hard even though I KNOW I had some.
Sad ? Pathetic ? Well yeah.
If im 78 now ... how much worse will it get ???
Just saying ....