The Explosion Of A Rocket

Here's what I just thought: If there's no reason to celebrate, just make one up. It's quite easy actually, especially if you can relive the explosion of a rocket on New Year's Eve by looking at a picture. Really, we (=us happy people, I mean)should celebrate our happiness a bit more, more openly above all. This is an anti-stress-appeal!
Imagine: Do you seriously want to discover your first grey hair with thirty? Would you like wrinkles on your forehead which stay even when you smile, at the age of 31? Can you imagine needing clips attached to your lips because it's the only way you are able to smile? Do you want other people to slander about your fake smile behind your back? Hear them saying " oh when's the last time your didn't see her/him stressed?"?
Wow, I bet you're scared now. Luckily all that's none of our business because it's other people's problems.. or is it? Maybe you feel like a bit of celebration, also called relaxation, is needed next weekend? You could start looking at a few old photographs of days when you were young and little and overexcited and used to run around with an overdose of happiness, now you'll try to be like that again. Becoming a child again is one of the most difficult things.