Many years ago my Mom wrote a poem about life...in it were these words. "It's all wonderfully terrible".
From a church...
"The world is filled with problems—disease, pollution, poverty, ignorance, religious confusion, war, terrorism, crime, violence, hunger, immorality, slavery, oppression, political upheaval and much more. Why? With the passing of time come more problems, not less. Why? Also, existing problems grow collectively worse instead of better. Why? Why, at every turn, has man bungled and botched all efforts to solve his truly great problems?"
Matthew 19:26
Jesus: People cannot save themselves. But with God, all things are possible.