No me cuentes el final

"My mother said I´d have thousands of mornings to wake up and think about all this, when no one would tell me how to feel. It´s been many thousands now. What I know is, you have a better chance in life-of surviving it-if you tolerate loss well; manage not to be a cynic through it all; to subordinate, as Ruskin implied, to keep proportion, to connect the unequal things into a whole that preserves the good, even if admittedly good is often not simple to find. We try, as my sister said. We try. All of us. We try".