Perhaps you think you should know more about real estate, or how to turn off your pilot light after all this time. Maybe you’ve decided to sell your violin, despite your youthful hopes and dreams. Regardless, it will be OK. Walt knows how it is:
“O Me! O Life!” by Walt Whitman
O ME! O life! of the questions of these recurring,
Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the
foolish,
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I,
and who more faithless?)
Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the
struggle ever renew’d,
Of the poor results of all, of the plodding and sordid crowds I see
around me,
Of the empty and useless years of the rest, with the rest me
intertwined,
The question, O me! so sad, recurring-What good amid these, O me,
O life?
Answer.
That you are here-that life exists and identity,
That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.