Those half-learn'd witlings, num'rous in our isle As half-form'd insects on the banks of Nile

Everyone Regenerates, different ways one regenerates by watching horror and thinking of the good side. Other cry, but in the end all reliase that there isn't purpose of thinking this topic, there isn't purpose to cry. Somebody have died and that's all and It can't be changed!

So when my cards are side of... I'm losing I need to suicide??

Happy the man, whose wish and careA few paternal acres bound,Content to breathe his native airIn his own ground.

Break every chain of mediocrity that confines you. You may have begun at a level below average, but dare to leave that side and paddle your steps to cross the river with honours.

Trust not yourself; but your defects to know,Make use of ev'ry friend__nd ev'ry foe.