There are people that are alive..because they want to be?

Like, they WANT to be here? They like living? …Why? The good moments are so incomparable to the bad. It’s mostly suffering here. What are they liking? I don’t get it. I wish I could get it, but it seems so… unreasonable. It feels more logical to not want to be here. Happiness feels like grasping at straws and making stuff up.