Question

Losing nine people close to you in one year is hectic, but literally knowing the the tenth to pass over who be you own father is rather rough!

Why is it that in life you just supposed to strive for the best and overcome all the challenges? Why should you fight for whats right and stand for what you believe? Why do you need to be loving and caring? Why are there people who are seriously out to get your blood? How can the world be so cruel?

How does one just accept things the way they are without ever questioning 'the higher power' ?

This is why I ask, WHAT IS THE BEAUTY OF SILENCE?