Feeling life

Sometimes, sitting on the floor and weeping is the best option. 

A reminder that life hurts. 

A reminder that even the joy can hurt.

A reminder that this, this feeling of frustration, isn't always.

From Lonfellow's "The Birds of Killingsworth":

"Think, every morning when the sun peeps through
  The dim, leaf-latticed windows of the grove,
How jubilant the happy birds renew
Their old, melodious madrigals of love!
And when you think of this, remember too
  'Tis always morning somewhere, and above
The awakening continents; from shore to shore,
Somewhere the birds are singing evermore."