I very much like the Kiplying poem IF. Which contains many fine lines but perhaps no finer than:
“If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same"
With these sentiments in mind it is possible to (or at least try to) hold a steady course through life’s storms.
While one never welcomes disaster it can be less spiritually disturbing than triumph. In disaster we tend to turn to a higher comfort. Whereas in triumph we tend to celebrate of our own (hollow) greatness. The ego puffs and wisdom fades.
During my bumpy ride through dotcom 1.0, I met many people who more than drank their fill of Cristal as they celebrated some triumph or another. The parties often had a desperate ring as we dreamed somehow that all of this was sufficiently important that an ultimate bedrock of joy might be found. And when it all collapsed in on itself, those who lost everything seemed no more forlorn than those who managed to escape with a few quid clenched in their hands.