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| Setting Sun at Moret Alfred Sisley |
Your cold mornings are filled with the heartache about the fact that although we are not at ease in this world, it is all we have, that it is ours but that it is full of strife, so that all we can call our own is strife; but even that is better than nothing at all, isn't it? And as you split frost-laced wood with numb hands, rejoice that your uncertainty is God's will and His grace toward you and that that is beautiful, and part of a greater certainty, as your own father always said in his sermons and to you at home. And as the ax bites into the wood, be comforted in the fact that the ache in your heart and the confusion in your soul means that you are still alive, still human, and still open to the beauty of the world, even though you have done nothing to deserve it. And when you resent the ache in your heart, remember: You will be dead and buried soon enough. - Paul Harding, Tinkers
혼란과 고통만 남는 순간에도 저렇게 위로가 되는 생각이 있다. 내게 언제 그런 순간들이 있었는지 불확실하게 하는 고마운 망각도 있다. 여하튼 살아있는 동안은 언제나 살만하다.
