Weep Not Good Tidings Are Come

I am the antithesis of Dr Kervokian
Weep not young lady for I bring forth good tidings
Almost everyone who has excelled has had to overcome severe hardships
That which does not kill you can only make you stronger
How I came by this place I know not
These words I beseech thee to remember
Count each of thy blessings
There a some who would gladly change their positions with you
To every dark cloud there is a silver lining
Look for that metaphorical silver lining ceaselessly
Let your heart not be heavy with sorrow
Brood not over mishaps of the past
Do not let your soul be weary with misgivings
Let each of the the miseries of shattered aspirations be a brick
Bricks and mortar of the fort of life
Each a building block with which you build your impregnable fort
In that fort will your security eternal last
Weep not young lady

Yours Truly,
Jay.