I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practice resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms, and, if it proved to be mean, why then to get the whole and genuine meanness of it, and publish its meanness to the world; or if it were sublime, to know it by experience, and be able to give a true account of it in my next excursion.

Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning.

Poor chap, he always loved larking
And now he’s dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
They said.

Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning.

I don’t believe in magic but I do believe in you

And when you say you believe in me
There’s so much magic I can do

– Don McLean, “Birthday Song”

gham is kadar badhe ke main ghabraa ke pee gaya,
is dil ki bebasi pe, taras khaa ke pee gaya.
thukraa raha tha mujhko badi der se jahan,
main aaj sab jahan ko thukraa ke pee gaya.

ग़म इस क़दर बढ़े, के मैं घबरा के पी गया
इस दिल की बेबसी पे, तरस खा के पी गया |

ठुकरा रहा था मुझको, बड़ी देर से जहां
मैं आज सब जहां को, ठुकरा के पी गया |

— Sahir Ludhianvi, “Pyaasa

when things are “good”, they are still bad.
when they go bad, they are just worse.

the conflict is, hence, between
how bad the good can be and
how good the worst can become.

A rock feels no pain
    but I’m a tree
An island never cries
    but I’m a tree.

I’m deeply rooted
    my branches spread wide
Its my nature, to be fixed
    ‘n’ to take you in my stride.

A tree gives you shade
    a place to go to
You wants its fruits
    but not help it grow?

तेरी दुनिया में जीने से
तो बेहतर है के मर जाएँ
वही आँसू, वही आहें
वही ग़म है जिधर जाएँ

Death is better than
living in this world of yours’
The same tears and sighs,
The same pain, everywhere I go.

कोई तो ऐसा घर होता
जहाँ से प्यार मिल जाता
वही बेगाने चेहरे हैं
जहाँ पहुँचे, जिधर जाएँ

I wish there were a home
that had love to offer me
But its the same strange faces
no matter where I’ve reached.

अरे ओ आसमां वाले
बता इस में बुरा क्या है
खुशी के चार झोंके गर
इधर से भी गुज़र जाएँ

Please tell me, oh powerful one,
what is wrong with my desire?
I just want a few moments of happiness
before I depart from this world as well.

Very eloquently sung by Hemant Kumar the words written by Sahir Ludhianvi using music composed by S D Burman.

When you find me in the morning
Hanging on a warning
Oh… the joke is on you
You said you were pretending
Here’s to unhappy endings
Oh… the joke is on you

To make sure yesterday doesn’t repeat
I took a shortcut home, a left on the street
I know they won’t find me here
I found out how to make mama proud
Be real quiet don’t talk too loud
I try, try to disappear

My life is for the taking
Breakdown is awaking me
I’m ending all this pain

When you find me in the morning
Hanging on a warning, oh…
The joke is on you

By “The Lifehouse – The Joke”

The difference between Despair
And Fear — is like the One
Between the instant of a Wreck
And when the Wreck has been —

— Emily Dickenson

If someone has a lot and they give you some, that is charity.
If someone has a little and they give you all, that is a sacrifice.
If someone has enough and they give you some, that is a help.

If you get something from someone, ideally you owe them something. Not in kind or equivalently. But maybe gratitude or respect.

Unless – of course – you feel that you deserve it.

So be careful in what you qualify as help (or not). Maybe you are not looking at the giver’s intent or capacity.