From the 1-minute preview of a character named Jasmine applying sunscreen on her PTSD-paralyzed dad, she said an upbeat quote to her friend that whenever she found herself wishing that things could go back to the way they were, she'd realize that the only thing she could control is herself, so she choose to be happy.
This is not a revolutionarily new concept, but I think it is still profound. I think I might seem to be rather lackadaisical to some people, but I don't think it's worth getting upset over things that have happened, no matter the injustice.
Rather, maybe too quickly, my brain typically attributes an injustice to a host of factors, rather than a singular cause. In other words, I try to think of bad circumstances as interdependent with, for example, a lack of preparation, a misfortunate alignment of events, judgments that in retrospect weren't thought out, and more.
I find that in most circumstances, situations are rectifiable. Granted, some solutions are larger than others, but I have to thank the people in my life for teaching me about life, about systems, about humanity. I think it's more productive to overthink solutions rather than simmer over the injustice of problems.
After all, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. Maybe I'm just extremely fortunate to have never gotten close to death currently in my short life.