As the day would end, the morning will come. The sun will rise!
When I hate the world, I remember that I have a purpose to make it a better place for others, in some small way.
Here we are, all for a purpose, great or small. Our purpose is measured out for us by the things we pursue.
Although life is not an easy going walk in the park for me, no matter how much I cry inside, no matter how difficult the work I pursue may be, I laugh still, I experience joy still, I love still.