“Where there is ruin, there is hope for a treasure.”
Even if destruction and tribulation rain down upon your life, hope remains with life. From the ruins, despair or determination or acceptance or all three can grow. As long as determination is there, in even slightest amount, it will soon overwhelm the other two, for life is insistent and clings tenaciously to the most precarious foothold, and transforms dust into soil, rock into shelter, and hope into the future.
Fearing what may be can bring upon you, in your precaution and desperate maneuvering, that which you are hoping to avoid. Building fortresses to ward off potential doom leaves less resources to create a life worth protecting.
You are only finished when you give up or your dead and everything looks darkest before the dawn, and all that. When you start to dance just keep on movin’ til the music stops and then make your own music out what you can salvage from the debris.