like the blues, eventually, the song will end, inevitabily it will; making way for sunnier tunes, life's cycles that bring my sadness can be counted on to bring my hope... my ever reminder that life, like the earth, is not flat and doesn't revolve around me!
Post script.
there are days, sometimes whole seasons, i must remind myself every moment... "it's not about you, Steve, it's really not about you!"