There is no such thing as beauty. Everyone is an ugly goblinoid who will inevitably grow old and uglier, remembering the dreams they had when they were young. Depressed, afraid of time, they wish desperately to be young again and lament the fact that everything they did in their lives could ultimately not satisfy them in the end. Inevitably, they'll croak and die alone, unremarkable. One small grave is what they get.
But not me, though.