Mind, Body, Soul, and Pocketbook Reeling

Why am I positive about the future when my mind, body, soul, and pocketbook are troubling? Why stay honest and forward when everything seems to have a troubling spin? Why attempt to build a life when the tools fall apart, the supplies are wrong, and the help is promising yet unproductive? To be or not to be? That may have been the question before, but today we have no time for it, it's simply too important that we live to ask that question. Men look to their women for support and women look to their mirs. So it's a bunch of men looking at women looking at mirs. And it rains, and it freezes, and it crumbles, and we fight, and we move on. I'm really the least depressed person on Earth, but I'm starting to get down. I'm starting to think what's so bad if we fight, what's so bad if things crumble, what's so bad with the sad roles at disparate ends of the Earth??? How can a happy person have such bad thoughts???