The same cannot be said for everyone though, and I cannot help but reflect that it is possibly the worst thing in the world to be unloved and uncared for, to be shunned by others, to feel alone and isolated. I think I would rather be that person who had gone missing, than someone whose existence people know of and care little for.
Of course, with my exercise-induced endorphin high, I couldn't help but put a positive spin to the melancholy thought. I realised then that love really does cover everything. You can be in the worst situation - suffering, diseased, in dire circumstances, but if you are loved and in a supporting environment, somehow it seems more bearable. Conversely, you can have everything, yet have not love, and the world becomes an empty and torturous place indeed.
If you believe in God, the benevolent love and wisdom of a creator, can help us through troubling times. We might possibly comfort ourselves in the knowledge that the shit that happens to us, happens for a purpose. Perhaps, we may be strengthened by the experience, and some good things are bound to come of the bad.
But more than this, we creatures of such a creator have in us the capacity to love each other, in a tangible way, for a tangible physical realm. So every opportunity we get, let us be there for one another, and love one another, so our sorrows might seem that little bit easier to bear.
As an aside, in Christianity, the foremost command after loving God is loving others. Cognitively, this for me is what makes Christianity such a valid fundamental belief. Jesus Christ realising God's love for us by dying for us divinely substantiates the Christian dogma.