Nature’s first green is gold, 
Her hardest hue to hold. 
Her early leaf’s a flower; 
But only so an hour. 
Then leaf subsides to leaf. 
So Eden sank to grief, 
So dawn goes down to day. 
Nothing gold can stay. 

     - Robert Frost

 

 

Maybe not today, 

 or tomorrow, 

 or even in a year,

 but eventually 

 things will turn up

 you will get better and 

 be able to look back 

 and say with relief:

"I made it."