Are people supposed to be happy? Then why is there such an onslaught of sadness about us? Explain that.
Is pleasure the purpose of life? Or is it simply a means of escape from a forced reality check?
If we let ourselves be happy, does that take away death, sickness, disappointment, and the like?
If we wrap our days in pleasure, does that lessen reality?
Blessed is the one who finds the will to enter the fire of reality and remain there.