Simply stated, fair enough.
For a more pour you a cup of tea and become swaddled in morning warmth around being fucked, I invoke Kahlil Gibran’s words on Love:
Caring sometimes isn’t a choice but your reaction (to everything) is.
Question the mind, honor the heart and when you’re faced with feeling really red (or read) all over because you can’t hide how you feel, feel it and witness it.
The aspect of you that bears witness is the kinder one, the compassionate one and sometimes being fucked is what we sign up for so we can have our branches pruned to bear better, sweeter fruit.
Mastering our emotions isn’t a destination, a place you get to and kick off your shoes, hang your hat and be done with. We feel, if we didn’t we’d be sociopaths however being tossed around by our emotions is our opportunity to learn to surf and witness our story.