So there it is, the hard cold truth may not actually be the hard cold truth. Not that we get to dictate truth, but we certainly have the freedom with which to apprehend it. Into do so in our own unique way.
Life is the mystery of learning everything we do not know. With that knowledge we have the choice to trust in the universe or the one who holds the universe or to believe there is nothing at all out there.
That choice will always be ours. And the end One believe cannot be pitted against another. We simply must choose for ourselves. And face the consequences. That is a great existential responsibility.
There is a self-inflicted kind of sadness that comes through wanting something we are not supposed to have. It's ultimately a desire for some kind of control, some way to keep things from going a certain way, from losing what we love.
Obviously love is a good thing. Loving and being passionate for things can be a good thing. But when we begin to fear losing those things (including power) we have started down a dark descent. We have made that thing (or keeping it) a god.
When we become the dictators of what must stay and what must go, we have entered a sure sort of sadness that almost inevitably leads to despair. When we hold things loosely, when we entrust them to the universe we get them back.