# The Blues


Why do we find beauty in pain. Why do we find comfort in feeling miserable. We wallow in sadness, romanticize it. Then write songs and poems about it. Could it be because we feel less alone in our fate knowing that everyone else has felt as miserable as we; at least once in their life?

I was listening to Mississippi John Hurt's beautiful rendition of [You Got To Walk That Lonesome Valley](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=85BvT5X6WSo), and the words said: "You gotta walk that lonesome valley, You gotta walk it by yourself." Ain't that the truth!. Maybe we feel better knowing that we're all on the lonesome walk; together :-)