Define 'good' and in and of itself 'bad' will be defined too.
If I accept 'good' things have happened to me, then I will have to accept that 'bad' has happened to me. But, what have I had that is good?
One could argue that even a minute of peace in this world, is a good thing.
One day to relax and enjoy one's self is good. But you see, that (relaxing) is all I ever get to do. So it's not good it's old and stupid. So that's not good. I poured my heart and soul into this 'job' which in the end totally ended up as a farce. And for what? I'm lazy... and miserable. And at one point, I was working 5 days a week, and was semi-'happy'. Or maybe it's been the opposite. I've done nothing but accept bad my entire life, I wouldn't know good if it slammed into the side of my house. Sure, I'm not going to lie, I KNOW people are starving to death every day, or are getting slaughtered by greedy warlords everyday, I know this, but it doesn't cross my mind, because do you think their last thoughts before starving to death or getting shot is 'I wish I could have been like Youth??' Or, I wish I could have gone through those problems, no, of course not. People's challenges are their challenges alone, and it's foolish to stop and say 'well it could be worse' because, that's a given idea that every man knows is a reality from day one. So I deal with what I, and the people around me have, and it sucks yeah, I don't want to accept the bad things, and it's simple because I'm tiered of it. I really am. Someone said I 'yearn for a sexual relationship' sure, that's simplifying things. But it goes far deeper then that. I'm tiered of everything about ME, as a person being 'wrong' or at least from a general point of view. I'm tiered of being the 'bad dog' umongst all creation. My mom nor my brother thinks I have anything to offer humanity, so far where even an object such as a home means more to them then their own flesh and blood, and then, I'm gay, so that doesn't help, everyone see's me as the anti person, my best friend thinks I'm one of the meanest people ever, at least amongst all his friends. People think I'm overly obsessive, POSSESIVE, crude, uncaring and have issues with rage, and now there are people among you who think I'm just kidding around and have no reason to be cursing God. So somewhere along the line I'm trying to break away from being this 'ultimately wrong' person and be who I want to be, because when I die, I'm going to piss off God in some way, and I'm going to piss of humanity in some way, so It's up to me to choose which actions I'm going to take part it, and which actions I'm going to put to death.
No one can have it all.