Isn't it? I love nothing more than hope and positivity, that sunshine after rain blah or half hysterical laughter some 30 seconds after a hail of tears. I say you never give up until your dead, and in some sort of 'yay!' way, if your 'spiritual' like Conan Doyle or something, its still going to be ok.
I don't know what I'm on about here. Am I the new kate Nash? I've got my Cud tickets.