In the picture the fellow with the hidden face cloaked by a midnight blue robe sees only the three overturned cups on the ground in front of him spilling green and red liquid. He does not see the two standing upright behind him. He has allowed himself to be mired in a despair so great he does not see the bridge over the water to the castle on the other side where, perhaps, his love stays waiting for him to resume her. If he could lift his head up and take a look around he could spot these possible solutions to his problems. It is a cautionary tale instructing us to resist self-pity and the inertia from succumbing to despair. The bridge is illuminated and stands out as a beacon–a bridge over troubled waters indeed. If this resonates, may you find your bridge over troubled waters this week.