I was sitting in a café with one of my friends. His phone rang, he answered it and quickly closed the conversation with few sentences. Seeing my confusion, he gave the following explanation: ‘I don’t want to spend time or hours on everybody, on giving free advice or just to waste my time. Time is precious and we have the least of it during our lives so we must choose carefully who we share it with. Of course, I’m always here for my best friends but I’d better choose well who I spend time with. In those relationships where only we are the ones who give, sooner or later we will feel bad and start blaming the other, whereas it is only us who are responsible for establishing unequal conditions’ he added.
/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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