One of my colleagues sent this lovely poem (I don’t know the source), that reminds us of our real selves. . .
Whatever happened to you,
it went on well.
Whatever is happening now
is going well.
Whatever has to happen
will also be good.
What have you lost
for you to cry?
What have you brought with you
for you to lose?
What have you created
for it to go wasted?
Whatever you obtained
was taken from here.
Anything you gave away
was given to you here.
What is yours today,
will belong to someone tomorrow
In another day,
it may belong to someone else.