Because it's a progression from the last,
Folding in everything that is good,
And everything that's past,
That you'd rather not be living through,
Unless it's better than what you have now,
Which will pass, as well. That's easy to say,
When you've already been through hell.
But in reality, there's just one thing,
That determines if you're happy or sad,
Which is your turn of mind, though that's a cop-out,
When you're saying it without having had,
It not be alright.
The privileged always seem to write,
The advice for the truly distraught.
And how could they ever get it right?