I’ve played with a broken hand, a sprained ankle, a torn shoulder, a fractured tooth, a severed lip, and a knee the size of a softball. I don’t miss games because of a toe injury that everybody knows wasn’t that serious in the first place.
Happiness in this world, when it comes, comes incidentally. Make it the objet of pursuit, and it leads us a wild-goose chase, and is never attained. Follow some other object, and very possibly we may find that we have cought happiness without dreaming of it.