How does one find their way when life dumps them aside?

On a plain and gentle day
A man found himself without
The things upon which he relied.

Looking round, he noticed
That all that had been his life
Was now destitute and bare.

Standing in the sun, he cried
For why did this to him occur
When he had never done any wrong?

Slowly he came to know
Life's only guarantee
Is that it will be here
As long as you do pursue it.

So, it was not his fault,
But rather a quirk of fate,
So he wiped his eyes,
And pursued a new course

As a starving man
Pursues a feast
With relish, with desire
And most of all with hope.