Life's Formula

It might help if you could
convince yourself that the
bolt of raging resentment is a 
symbol of bewilderment, pain
and intimate grief - nothing
personal. It's just there you are,
an unassuming target. Weighted
with good fortune, as it happens.
The security and satisfaction
of your intimate personal life
though certainly not flaunted
seems to stand as a rebuke; why
you and not her, after all.  Oh
yes, of course you could enumerate
the whys. Better to withhold them.
The attack has taken you aback,
but you'll recover. It is not,
after all, as though your happiness
has drained the potential for hers.
It is there, waiting to be discovered,
plenty to go around. It is not
your ceded life-monopoly. If
you could discover the formula, 
so too she; search and gain.