“I know that he exists
Somewhere, in silence.
He has hid his rare life
From our gross eyes.
'T is an instant's play,
'T is a fond ambush,
Just to make bliss
Earn her own surprise!”
“But should the play
Prove piercing earnest,
Should the glee glaze
In death's stiff stare,”
“I took my power in my hand.
And went against the world;
'T was not so much as David had,
But I was twice as bold.
I aimed my pebble, but myself
Was all the one that fell.
Was it Goliath was too large,
Or only I too small?”
Emily Dickinson
“A poor torn heart, a tattered heart,
That sat it down to rest,
Nor noticed that the ebbing day
Flowed silver to the west,
Nor noticed night did soft descend
Nor constellation burn,
Intent upon the vision
Of latitudes unknown.”
Emily Dickinson
Process is necessary so quit trippin'. "Oh Lord, why me?" You ain't the only one going through something. Things are going to happen in your life... it won't make sense until you are on the other side of it.