There were times when I felt that nobody cares about me, as if I was invisible. I suffered a lot from this feeling but when I didn’t turn to the events with ‘pointing outside’ I saw that the problem is not in the world. It’s me who cannot pay attention to myself, to my inner voice, my real needs; and I only want to take something with force from others that I should provide for myself . Since then when the ‘I don’t get enough attention’ feeling rushes me I close my eyes and turn to my self with love, pay attention to my feelings, my thoughts, my desires and it usually turns out that I ‘only’ needed to be important to myself.
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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