It's all life. You get up in the morning, because you have to hope that today will be the turning point. You take that first step, because if you don't things will only get worse. You face the people who will dish out there own life problem on you because every once in awhile there is that one person, having a good moment, that will make you smile for the first time in you can't remember. That one person that will keep you afloat, even if just for that day.
God knows life is hard, he is always sending out life rafts to those in need of them. Will you see it when it gets to you? Or will you pass by it, to far gone in your own misery to notice the blinding light standing beside you?
Where does the good go? And how do we get it back?