I usually don’t complain and nor can I handle others’ complaints. Simply because I know that everybody must cope with his/her own problems on his/her own. I have to solve mines (I have enough to do), others have to solve theirs and I don’t like interfering into others’ life (unless they ask me to). I know it very well that each decision lays responsibility on you, so everybody must take the consequences for their own decisions. Besides, as I see it, it’s much more exciting to make ourselves interesting for ourselves and for others with creative, practical tasks and work instead of complaining. A well done job with refreshing, original solutions can inspire everybody!
/Agatha Seymour/
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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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