bleak or blessed?

i suppose that is the question we have to ask ourselves about this life. such a paradox, life is. it's a fallen world divinely created and ever cursed. a stew of triumph, defeat, tragedy, flesh, hate, fearful circumstance, emotion, passion, betrayal, boredom, darkness and light, uncertainty, laughter, injustice... What makes it worth living? The only thing. The only possible thing is God. Everything else, to steal from Soloman, is vanity.

It is fragile mystery and i don't understand why, anymore than a dog understands trigonometry.

This is all big stuff, i know. but the questions i ask drive me desperately back to God.