. . . and then you die. I remember how I almost fell out of my chair when my T was telling me how really hard, sad, a struggle, etc. "Life" is (not hers, but everybody's in general) and it dawned on me that the "goal" isn't becoming happy and riding off into the sunset without a care, there's no such place. I always forget that other people aren't having a a barrel of fun, despite how it looks over the fence.