It's tough at present that's true, the waters are choppy, the ship swamped, the crew restless, the captain quaffing rum on the poop deck, the sails torn, the albatross laughing its head off....yet we're still afloat, guided by stars alone and the unknown navigator.
Bail out the lower decks, share out the last rations, there's hope yet for a fair wind and a harbour awaits in Utopia.