Face it, there are times when it all seems like a vast crock of shit. I can feel that way, but usually just for moments. They soon pass. Not whole years, or longer. Just dark flashes.
This is how I see it. Waves of nausea, followed by cresting heights of gladness. Up and down, over and over. The unavoidably cyclic nature of existence. Even bad luck runs out. There's no stopping the throbbing engine of time.
But even if you have the keenest insight into reality, does that mean you are always happy? I don't know, and not knowing might be the wisest course of all.
Respect for the deepest mysteries of life.
Accepting, embracing, and, yes, even loving, the mystery of mysteries is a pretty effective way of handling your strange, strange, strange, trip.