We wear our effort as an armor, trying to convince ourselves that we did all we could. It is true sometimes, perhaps most of the time - but then why do we feel so empty? Deep down we know we failed, and all the layers of armor we wear over our skin are useless to hide that fact. We put everything we got into it, and we failed. It's not going to be our efforts, useless in the end, that are going to save us. That's a hard truth to swallow, but when it comes to that we really don't have much of a choice left.