Live without hope isn't very bad, not good, not bad... you know.
You know it's very simple. Every step is over a very thin layer of ice of the most cold and dark lake.
You know you are dry and the sunshine bright on your face... but you are tired and hungry on the brittle ice.
Sometime the wind give you pieces of juicy fruits, this let you stand one day more, one more day to destroy your brain thinking.