Whatever Is- Is Best

I found this poem just the other day and it really hit me. I think the reason that I like it so much is that I really can relate. I am at a point in my life where sometimes I just sit back and wonder why- why things happen the way they do, why the people I meet are in my life. I often find myself worrying, worrying, worrying. I worry about the future, I worry about the present. I worry about my current friends and sometimes about past friends, and even occasionally, about people that I haven't even met yet. I worry that somehow as I go throughout college that I will do something to screw up my entire future. I worry about my career path and my major and who I am going to marry. And then some days, I realize that worrying gets me absolutely nowhere! You either can do something about your problems or you can't. The things that you have no control over will happen anyways, no use worrying about it.. and as for those things that you do have control over, well stop stressing and start doing something about it! It is poems like these that I return to again and again as I remind myself that things always happen for a reason. Everything works out in the end, and whatever is- is best.

Whatever Is- Is Best

I know as my life grows older,
And mine eyes have clearer sight,
That under each rank of wrong, somewhere
There lies the root of right;
That each sorrow has its purpose,
By the sorrowing oft unguessed,
But as sure as the sun brings morning,
Whatever is – is best.

I know that each sinful action,
As sure as the night brings shade,
Is somewhere, sometime punished,
Though the hour be long delayed.
I know that the soul is sided
Sometimes by the heart’s unrest,
And to grow means often to suffer –
But whatever is – is best.

I know there are no errors
In the great Eternal plan,
And all things work together
For the final good of man.
And I know as my soul speeds onward,
In its grand Eternal quest,
I shall say as I look back earthward,
Whatever is – is best.


Ella Wheeler Wilcox