Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?) Of the endless trains of the faithless-of cities fill’d with the foolish O ME! O life!… of the questions of these recurring Walt Whitman went through such times, and wrote this poem expressing concerns with self (O me!) and with existence in general (O life!) - thus its title, O Me! O Life! Our faith in humanity is shaken, as is our faith in ourselves. It all begins to seem a bit overwhelming. In such circumstances we begin to notice all that is bad or amiss, not only in the people around us but in ourselves. That can be very wearing on the human spirit. Normally the ups are slight, the downs are slight, but we all go through phases, whether days, months, or even years, when things just do not seem to go right at all. Life, as we all know, has its ups and downs.
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