During my darkest days after awakening from seven week coma, this poem brought me great comfort. I never felt sorry for myself but did have disappointments in relearning how to move, chew, walk again. And for those who remember this poem from G. I. Jane, this girl here wanted to be SEAL when I was 12.
Self-Pity
I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.
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D.H. Lawrence,
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/32053.The_Complete_Poems