Melancholy

Why is life so hard sometimes?
I really wonder.
Why do things have to go down the crapper?
Why can't things be good? Just worked out for good, I guess.

Because in the end it always seems that if you look back you can tell from here why you had to go around the mountain, or up the mountain but at the time you were wondering why the mountain was there at all. In the end, you can figure out what the mountain was all about and what it did in your life and usually, as hard as it was, there is good in it.