Since never did I have anybody to encourage me or believe in me, I thought I’d find a supporter for myself. Someone who is by me all the time when I need it, someone who wants me to reach my aims as much as I do, someone for whom I’m as important as for myself, and since I had no other choice I chose myself. So it’s me who is always there next to me (Buddhist approach) and who encourages and strengthens me. I’m the one who pokes me when I shiver from fear or I whisper to my ears when I find the task too difficult that ‘you can do it, go ahead, things will work out and if you get stuck Providence will send you help just pay attention to the signs!’ I’ve never regretted my choice. Good news! Everybody has such a good supporter at command!!!
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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