Why does clouds of vexations surround me and yet part with no apparent motives?

It's surreal, overwhelming... just a whole hybrid of unsung resonances. Somebody please do the divination for me?

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"Look not mournfully into the past. It comes not back again. Wisely improve the present. It is thine. Go forth to meet the shadowy future, without fear."

~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 - 1882)