It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way – in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.
---Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities
2016: It was a nightmare, it was a dream come true, it was the worst year ever, it was the best year ever.
New York’s New Year’s party theme: come say good riddance to the worst. year. ever. https://t.co/86FhLPDPTG— Wall Street Journal (@WSJ) December 27, 2016
That's more than a bit dramatic. 2016 wasn't the worst year ever.
Good riddance, 2016, but on the flip side, a beautiful, treasured year.
That's life in a nutshell.