Covered in thick fog, one cannot see the world - eyes opened or closed.
That is because the fog itself is life. But in reality, we all have something to live for - so we continue through this fog, never finding what needs to be found...
I will hold on, long enough to eradicate meaning... and find what needs to be found. I will prove to myself that I am correct... because if I am not correct, then I guess "oh well".

This is a good thing. A thing of celebration.