the breaking of wills

Of withering flowers and of crumbling leaves. My life is naught but a miserable wreck. I have reached the end. Time and time again I was made to stand up against the elements of life. And finally, I am broken. The great battle was fought and lost. It seems as though there is naught to be happy for. Naught to love for. Naught to joy for. Naught to look forward for. Naught to live for. It has come to a dramatic close and it is not in favourable terms. But yet in the midst of my despair, I understand that this is not truly the end. For end is much further. This is simply the end of one major battle. But life holds much more. For we must live till the end of time comes. For we must live for the greater good that is to come.