Now, I am living out my life in my corner, taunting myself with the spiteful and useless consolation that an intelligent man cannot become anything seriously, and it is only the fool who becomes anything.
We can find beauty in brokenness, draw strength from suffering, to discern the purpose in pain and reach wisdom by means of the hard road. We can make Heavens of our Hells.
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