Life is. Some is suffering, some is great. Altogether it is temporary. Some have argued that the great would be bland without the temporary or the suffering. The resolution to that argument will be clear at the end, or it won’t, and maybe nothing will. So it goes.
By my estimation, in any case the best course of action is to enjoy the great. Perhaps it’s also best to appreciate the great in context of the temporary, and the suffering. It’s macabre, but it’s either poetic, or it’s making the best of a fundamentally macabre situation. So it goes.