My favorite poem from the sufi poet Rumi

This being human is a guest house,

Every morning a new arrival.

A joy , a depression, a meanness,

some momentary awareness comes

as an expected visitor.

Welcome and entertain all!

Even if they are a crowd of sorrows,

who violently sweep your house

empty of its furniture,

still, treat each guest honorably.

He may be clearing you out

for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice,

meet them at the door laughing,

and invite them in.

Be grateful for whomever comes,

because each has been sent

as a guide from beyond.