I’m so good at this sort of thing–the red herring thing. I think most of us are. It’s either: oh, this is amazing and it will always be like this, or oh, this is doomed and it will always be like this.
Really. Sherlock would roll his eyes and stomp back to his mind cave. Quite literally, quite simply, nothing can always be like anything. But we are so stubbornly convinced of everlasting x- or y-ness based on the experience of a single moment, hour, day, or month that we doom ourselves to eternal misery or the exhausted exuberance of eternal euphoria.
Honestly, we are tiresome creatures. I have no idea how our pets and plants put up with us.