I saw your poll, voted, but think you are probably both, angry at the past, angry at yourself, and depressed about
the future. This is something that I like from long ago. I used to find it very comforting when I was young like you. I like to pass it along.
Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.
I don't want to minimize the fact that you are hurting by saying, just be cheerful.
But hope you can find some comfort in the poem. Maybe you could print it out and keep it to re-read.
Post Edited (Trying to Understand) : 10/6/2010 3:58:07 AM (GMT-6)