To the endless theme of life:

The East. On the road meet a wise man and a local resident (maybe a merchant, maybe a craftsman, not a person). The wise man looks at the landscape and says:
Life is beautiful!
But let me know, the wise man, how is it? My life is not beautiful at all, my son drinks, my daughter is a girl who walks, my wife is a straw. My friends are trying to get rid of me periodically.
You are right, your life is shit. But life is beautiful!