In my experience, no one can escape from the obligatory hellish parts of life. No matter what a wonderful place you were born to, no matter how much you are protected from the hardships of life, ‘destiny’ makes its way through and shows its true self. In my view it is not necessarily wrong if you experience situations when you have to grit your teeth and have to pray crying and quietly to being able to survive what destiny has delivered for you. Although I don’t like recalling the memory of my hell but I must admit I haven’t profited so much from anything as from that experience. I believe, life is always right and these few decades which we spend here are only truthful if everything is involved… From my part I would only add to these hard moments that they only worth being gone through honestly. If you are able to wait for God’s grace you might even be rewarded.
When All Seems Lost — and Even When It Doesn’t… As a writer, I read more than average. Not necessarily books that fall within my immediate interests, but rather those I can learn from, marvel at, analyze word by word, and sometimes even those that demand more effort from me than usual. That is how it is with Alice Munro. I bought my first book by her when she received the Nobel Prize. Then life happened, and the volume sat on my bookshelf—either I had no time for it, or it lingered somewhere at the bottom of my list of priorities. When I finally picked it up, I could hardly believe my eyes—or my reaction. First, I was utterly outraged; my blood pressure shot through the roof in an instant, and I almost started swearing in disbelief. I had barely skimmed the first few lines, yet that was enough to know: it was perfect. A true masterpiece. Excellence among the excellent. Every word reached the deepest layers of my soul. I was touched by its purity, its delicacy, the noblest simpli...
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