To strive, to seek, to find..

In my search to make some sense of my present madness.......I came across some beautiful prose . It is picked up from one of Alfred Tennysons most famous works "Ulysses".....

 

 Though much is taken, much abides;  

And though we are not now that strength  

Which in old days moved earth and heaven  

That which we are, we are:  

One equal temper of heroic hearts 

Made weak by time and fate but strong in will:  

To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

I cannot begin to describe the comfort I felt...........