All times are good times if you set your standard to be "worst possible torture in some 3rd world prison for the rest of your life with no hope of escape".

The judgement of what is a good time versus what is not a good time is the flower versus the weed.

If one were to fall in love with even the mundane and approach everything they see with childlike wonder and appreciation, there would be no weeds. Every moment would be a flower.