excogitatived 
Nothing is objective, there is no true stability, no one law, no complete system, no answer. The concepts of infinity apply to an infinite amount of the aspects of the elements of reality.
But that lack of stability, the lack of absolutes and the truth that there is no truly objective concept in existence(s) is what makes shit so damn interesting.
If there was dependent form(s) of stability we would not be able to encounter the full facet of life. Experience would become tampered with and in lacking instability a piece of our own lives would be absent and mute; unevoked.
Life is beautiful because there is experience, there exists the ability to experience (infinite) reality: good, bad, determined, confused, love, hate, passion, and apathy... Grasping the idea of being able to experience life with all its parts, and the complexity, and potential in all degrees of emotion to engage, meet, suffer, and enjoy is what makes existence beautiful.
Accepting these essentials and realizations of existence and experience I've been able to be much more "chill" when it comes to the bad and unstable, knowing that it is all a part of my experience of reality comforts me in a romantic and personally intimate way.
Perhaps we can find a form of stability in knowing that life is unstable. There is an integrity in life being able to shake us to our cores.
Please let us be able to enjoy the times that are enjoyable without it being stained by the knowledge that there will be times of sorrow and suffering. Let us have suffering and sorrow knowing that it completes the spectrum of our lives, justifying ourselves as beings of: experience, not stability, and beauty, not restriction.
We always have tomorrow; and until we don't we shall live our lives, experiencing our phenomenon.
