I recently read some poetry written by the English poet William Blake (1757-1827) and several lines in particular caught my attention, for obvious reasons, given my current situation. From his poem "Auguries of Innocence" I found this gem:
Man was made for Joy & Woe
And when this we rightly know
Thro the World we safely go
Joy & Woe are woven fine
A Clothing for the soul divine
Under every grief & pine
Runs a joy with silken twine
Thank you, William Blake, for showing me perspective.
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