Why is it that even the best times of life aren't free of tragedy?

There is no perfection, so why do people even strive for it?

And what is the point of pathetic complaints uttered in the stead of any action to change one's Position in life? 'Cause complaints don't change anything. They only serve to bring their author lower and make everything less enjoyable for everyone. If nobody is perfect, I guess complaints just remind me of that. So I will complain, and nothing will change, and it'll just keep raining even though I have it easy. Oh well, oh well.