Aye, you are like an ocean, And though heavy-grounded ships await the tide upon your shores, yet, even like an ocean, you cannot hasten your tides. And like the seasons you are also, And though in your winter you deny your spring, Yet spring, reposing within you, smiles in her drowsiness and will welcome your arrival.
I read this in high school and it stuck with me. I don't understand much of life, especially my own life. But I believe there is more meaning, love, and order in it than we can see. All that souls desire, souls obtain.