I think I grew up reading too much Camus and Steinbeck. I find that sadness is a crucible that helps us understand happiness. I suppose one of the great things about stories, to me, is that the characters experience things so we can feel along with them and learn without having the same experiences. Thus, Camus and Steinbeck both write beautifully but show what happens when ethics fail or what we should value before we lose it. They give us loss, to have us cherish love.