So I read this fantastical (don't tell my English teacher I used that word) book some years ago called (if I translate it correctly) 'The Kingdom of Silence' and it followed the adventure, or should I say lifetime, of an owl. Yes, lifetime. In one book. He dies.
All very tragic really, he had happy memories as a chick, was quite excited when he matured and had to go live by himself, but then all kind of things started going wrong for him.
AND, even after he survived a hunting, months captive in a zoo, and an actual war, even when he seemed to finally be content with a mate and chicks of his own, guess what happens?
Yes, he dies. He was shot dead, bless him. I remember my 12 year old self crying my eyes out under the covers in the middle of the night trying my hardest not to choke too much because my sister was sleeping in the bunker bed beneath me.
I know I might sound overdramatic XD, but I seriously think life in general would in the end be just a great disappointment. However hard you try, or whatever circumstances you overcome, I feel like in the end there will always be something ultimately dragging you down ;-;