Overcoming Feelings of Dismal Destitution

What does a young man ,, no ... an old boy do once he is overcome by feelings that he is utterly destitute? What are the conclusions he is to come to after stricken from the one he loves, from the comforts of human connection? When time seems to drag on, dwindling the finances from his coffers? How is he to pursue his dreams when patience seems to be turning backwards? Confusion gripping his ambition like a blindfold stifling the hunger of a dog snipping where the smell of food surrounds, unable to lunge with unquestioned attack. Why is he overwhelmed feeling powerlessly inept?

Is this even supposed to be frightening; or, to be understood as an essence of developing in life?

I find myself ruminating on these thoughts often drawing the conclusion that it is not dismal: the notion that every being is absolutely out of control, compensating for this fact by assuming as much power as they can ,,, trying to control their own demise, only to ultimately be left with the exact same fate as every single other ... life ceasing. The one thing we actually all share, apparently, taken in the instance of death.