I scarcely know the meaning of your question; much less can I answer it.

If there is a God, whence proceed so many evils? If there is no God, whence cometh any good?

Balance out the good things and the bad that have happened in your life and you will have to acknowledge that you are still way ahead. You are unhappy because you have lost those things in which you took pleasure? But you can also take comfort in the likelihood that what is now making you miserable will also pass away.

Nothing is miserable unless you think it so.

I who once wrote songs with keen delight am now by sorrow driven to take up melancholy measures. Wounded Muses tell me what I must write, and elegiac verses bathe my face with real tears. Not even terror could drive from me these faithful companions of my long journey. Poetry, which was once the glory of my happy and flourishing youth, is still my comfort in this misery of my old age.

As far as possible, join faith to reason.

Every man must be content with that glory which he may have at home.