“ It was not my strength that wanted nursing, it was my imagination that wanted soothing. ”
Droll thing life is -- that mysterious arrangement of merciless logic for a futile purpose. The most you can hope from it is some knowledge of yourself -- that comes too late -- a crop of inextinguishable regrets.
~ Joseph Conrad
My task, which I am trying to achieve is, by the power of the written word, to make you hear, to make you feel--it is, before all, to make you see.
Facing it, always facing it, that’s the way to get through. Face it.
The question is not how to get cured, but how to live.
