Everything fades back into the sea with time, and new things are constantly washing up upon the shore. Pain slips away into the depths, and joy rises, and joy slips away into the depths, and pain rises. Satisfaction. Terror. Compassion. Confusion. Everything keeps changing. But there's something you get to keep, while all the sandcastle world crumbles, while all the sandcastle world is rebuilt. The moments you were happy and the moments you were weeping, they become glass beads, you thread them and they glitter, and bead by bead you build a life. When you're happy how precious and bright it is to be alive is obvious and when you're screaming and writhing nothing could be more worthless, but it isn't about the tide, which will rise and fall forever, it's about you. You are a constant. In the moments of calm, when you aren't clouded by laughter or tears, you will, inevitably, begin to see how precious that thread really is. How good it can be...even through the pain...to live. You won't always feel this way, and when your feelings change that isn't a loss or an abandonment of the things that were precious to you. It's just change. It doesn't destroy anything. These moments will always have happened. You will survive them and keep them, and one day, even sharp-edged, they will glitter for you as part of that thread. None of this matters right now, though, so just keep your head down and your shoulders square, and bull your way through. You'll find the other side of this feeling. Promise.