In 1987, following the sharemarket crash, I approached my grandpappy, who was a cunning businessman with a large share portfolio, and asked him how depressed he was feeling about his lost wealth. He laughed long and loud.
“Share market crash” he guffawed. “My boy, that’s for the birds.”
He was a long-term investor, you see, and such gyrations were mere amusements to him. His portfolio boomed and boomed in subsequent years and he kept laughing.