A little poem by Paul Stookey (Peter, Paul, & Mary) that runs through my mind sometimes when I need some help.

And I was wondering if you had been to the mountain to look at the valley below?

Did you see all the roads tangled down in the valley?

Did you know which way to go?

 

Oh, the mountain stream runs pure and clear,

and I wish to my soul that I could always be here.

 

But there's a reason for living way down in the valley

that only the mountain knows.