Hardships - Why?

Everyone has them - hardships; don't they? Why this suffering? Why this grief? Why this wait for good that seems never to come? It seems as if we are in an illusion and if we must cross seven oceans and swim through great distances of the sky and the clouds. Why do we get walked over, spit on, cursed at, made a mockery of and hurt? Why do our souls have to be impure? Why must we sacrifice ourselves in unbearable, painful unrest? Why are some of our lives dark and full of hate and anger? Why are we stuck in the great, fierce, and harsh storms of life? Why are the vain people of this world evil and have the need to kill and slit Throats? Why is life unfair? Why are we forced to cry and have tears escape from our eyes? Why are we judged by our appearances? Why are we not accepted for who we are? Why must we tear our hearts apart, or be hurt, and then have it turn as hard as Stone and crack in half? Why do we believe? I understand, but, the bad times - we've been through them all, they seem to never end. The good times don't seem to last. Why is it so that we can't let these horrible things go? Why do we feel to give our lives without any meaning? What is our purpose? Why are our voices forcibly unheard? Why is the Almighty giving us this difficult test? How must we undergo this task? Why this ultimate struggle for survival? Must we learn what death has in store for us? Why can we not break through the shadows and outshine the darkness? We are trapped in an awful, treacherous quandary. We are not lively and jubilant. Why these hardships? Why? Why? Why?