My demons swim. George's can fly. Mabel's can shoot Jimmy's won't die.
My sorrows are deeper. Judy's weigh more. Fred's chained him up. Anne's heart was tore.
I can breathe lighter. (Ah, that's where you win From the contest of sorrows One cannot rescind.)
When life beats you up, just remember: It beat up someone before you, and someone before them. One's own sorrows are not greater than anyone else's, only one's joy can be greater.