Intertwined

The best moments in my life - were they the quiet ones that I crave or were they the intense moments without balance?
The moments with a great book and a cup of coffee, the days walking through forests, the rare solitude of having the ski slopes to myself, the mornings watching it rain?
Or the ones where I laughed so hard with friends that I cried, the ones where I worked all day and night but felt like I won, the ones in which I was surprised by kindness?
Would either type be as cherished if I didn't have both?
I am so lucky.