You look around you, and all you see is despair. Desperation. Misery. You confront them, but they protest that nothing can be done about it. You are shocked- and then you realise that you are no better than them, that you are in no position to argue. You're not drowning in the water, but you are part of it. Yet you keep fighting, fighting with all your might, until you find yourself beginning to surrender. Amidst the hopelessness, though, you find patches of optimism. And because of that, the cold, grey area could as well be the fields of paradise.