I believe that in one way or another, in the end, everything turns out to have been alright all along. Times of depression and sadness are a perfectly normal part of life, especially when we're growing up. Never, ever, EVER give up... because there is always something more, and there is no such thing as "nothing left". We all live for that "something", and to each of us it may be different, but for all of us... we hold it in common view that the persuit of *it* is the very catylst by which we are perpetually driven to bring happyness and new life all the same into the world that we can enjoy. The ups and the downs we all have, it's all a cycle... for renewing ourselves after every failure, and after every instance of sadness, hollowness, and loss we come to bear. ...so that after a time of healing and reflection, we can rise with renewed strength to live looking forward to all of the enjoyable times to come, and so that in turn we are prepared to endure further hardship, and fall less and less harder from it... every time.