Surrounded in Measureless Oceans of Space

A NOISELESS, PATIENT SPIDER

by: Walt Whitman (1819-1892)

A NOISELESS, patient spider,
I mark'd, where, on a little promontory, it stood, isolated;
Mark'd how, to explore the vacant, vast surrounding,
It launch'd forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself;
Ever unreeling them--ever tirelessly speeding them.

And you, O my Soul, where you stand,
Surrounded, surrounded, in measureless oceans of space,
Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing,--seeking the spheres, to connect them;
Till the bridge you will need, be form'd--till the ductile anchor hold;
Till the gossamer thread you fling, catch somewhere, O my Soul.

First off, please excuse my shotty higlighting this is my first time.
Secondly I would like to point out that it is interesting to me, that, when thinking of something to write about I should choose a Whitman poem. No, not that he is bad, the man was a genius actually... anyways my favorite poet happens to be Robert Frost (call him overrated if you must but I like him so fuck you) so it struck me as interesting that this poet and this poem would so perfectly fit my endevor.  A little background:
I came upon this work in a school text book, poorly cared for, with scotch tape holding it together.  As a group assignment a friend and I choose this poem at random.  We found that once again Whitman has hit us with unexpected beauty.

Anyways I have been feeling a bit lost lately.  By that I mean I am not so sure what has happened to the former self I used to know.  My friends regarded me as a bright optimistic person with a 'good head on her shoulders' and a 'clear path' to her future. Some how, Some time since September, that girl has lost her way or died.  So to make a long tirade short, I am embarking on a bit of a journey aimed for self discovery.  And as an introduction to, what I hope I will keep up with to chronical my thoughts musings and other listless efforts of the worded type, my blog, I give you this poem, offer no insight other than the words I have highlighted and hope you understand why this poem spoke to me.