Life will not be what you had hoped.
Loss and disappointment are real.
You will cry. You will despair. You will lose your faith.
Why persist, young one?
If this old woman is sharing a grim reality, why not quit now?
Because your soul still sings.
Sure, it’s off key and out of tune.
The voice of your soul, like the voice of your throat, grows scratchy.
But still it sings an unbearably beautiful melody.
I have lived this
And I survived.
That is all life requires.