“Once confused and baffled by the seeming futility of existence, they show the underlying reasons why they were making heavy going of life.” (Chapter 4, Big Book)
The sun is always shining above the clouds. The clouds do not change the sun: they merely obscure it from my perspective.
The heavy going, the clouds, lies in my attitude.
To adjust the image: the clouds are not even above my head. There are no clouds. I have cataracts.