I Have Been Fortunate. I Have Done

What If They Were Allowed To Choose Their Own Mate? And Chose Wrong?

Time Goes On, And Your Life Is Still There, And You Have To Live It. After A While You Remember The Good Things More Often Than The Bad. Then, Gradually, The Empty Silent Parts Of You Fill Up With Sounds Of Talking And Laughter Again, And The Jagged Edges Of Sadness Are Softened By Memories.

You Will Be Faced, Now, With Pain Of A Magnitude That None Of Us Here Can Comprehend Because It Is Beyond Our Experience. The Receiver Himself Was Not Able To Describe It, Only To Remind Us That You Would Be Faced With It, That You Would Need Immense Courage.

There Is Something About That Moment, When Literature Becomes Accessible, And A Door Of The World Opens.

Every 'no' Means You Are That Much Closer To A 'yes.