Life sucks.
Then you die.
Then they put you in a hole in the ground.
Then they throw dirt in your face.
Then the worms eat you.
BE FUCKING GLAD IT HAPPENS IN THAT ORDER!
(In other words, there's always a purpose. You might not know what it is yet, but you'll find it. Don't give up yet!)
In that final hour, when each breath is a struggle to take, and you are looking back over your life's accomplishments, which memories would you treasure? The empires you built, or the joy you spread to others?
Therin lies the true measure of a man.