It has been a very sad three weeks with the death of a close friend. I have found it difficult to write while I grieve for her, and confront my own mortality.
Today I found a quotation, in the poem 'Auguries of Innocence' by William Blake, that, in a strange way, was oddly comforting.
Man was made for joy and woe;
And when this we rightly know
Through the world we safely go.
I hope these words may be a comfort to you if you need them.