I’d like to share one of my favorite poems with you guys. It’s by D.H Lawrence-
“Self Pity”
I have never seen a wild thing
sorry for itself.
A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
without ever having felt sorry for itself.
Simple yes. For me it holds a simple truth. At night if it’s bad, I like to whisper it slowly to myself. I just wanted to share that.