Focus Question: How do we make life worth living?

Darkness settles on roofs and walls even as I hasten toward the town.
I was reminded that this on which I dwelt was but dry land
“Accept the place the divine Providence has found for you,
and lie down to pleasant dreams
where a goddess might trail her garments!"

Providence! That’s no great thing!
Accept the place the divine Providence has found for me?
…Isn't a soul in this green world of God's that you can trust,
so you must
Trust thyself!
Every heart vibrates to that iron string.
And I don't count nobody out of that, not nobody

You know,
I prefer to be true to myself,
even at the hazard of incurring
the ridicule of others,
incur my own abhorrence, since
A living dog is better than a dead lion.
I’ll go not, like the quarry-slave at night,
Scourged by his dungeon;
but, sustain'd and soothed
By an unfaltering trust;
whoso would be a man must be a nonconformist

Make your peace with it! All our old pretense is ripped away
I have done what I could.
The morning breaks, the day returns
fit to entertain a travelling god of equal simplicity about him
Some blunders and absurdities crept in.
He'll say, "I see you all had you a little spill"
Peace! It is Providence, and no great change.
Tomorrow is a new day
begin it well and serenely.
Morning was a cheerful invitation to make my life.

Even when Hell and Heaven grabble at our backs,
Life is God’s most precious gift
He has his goodness now; I have my goodness now.
God forbid I take it from him, since a good man…person is hard to find.