I am so vehemently opposed to platitudes I punch them in their stupid faces.
It's the "Bring it on!" kind, the challenge of squeeze something good out of everything, to wrestle for it, against all odds and only with a huge amount of effort.
Admirable! So many men slip into the poor me narrative and just repeat this story and infinitum. They go down to the deep with the crocodile and don't come up.