You will never smile again, if you cry but if you stop crying and take a ride, you'll find a green light, cross over to that beginning and you'll feel comfort again. There is milk in the sky in between the blueness of the day - seek it, that is your compassion.
You'll succeed on the premises of a glorified heart, no matter the pain, the frustrating circumstances of life, hold that pain in, like the breeze at noon that brushes you like a spell of wintery fresh calmness - it's the peace of a patient heart that secures the treasure. Thread your heart with silk, soften its wounds with honey and hate it not for it has done no wrong.
You can not have everything that meets the eye, perhaps dreams are the bridge to the desired need but if you create a fantasy that lives in your head alone, it will amount to nothing except for slumber comfort. If you have to have it, then you have to take it out and make it happen. You are given this much, like the hollowness of a tea cup - it is up to you whether you choose to drink of it and if you do indeed drink of it, will you only fill it half way or until its brim can take no more? Apply some consistent thought in sipping off life's pleasures.