What I’m saying is that everything, before it becomes easy, is a triumph. And some things never become easy—and in that case, simply continuing to do them is a triumph.
"The truly creative mind in any field is no more than… a cruelly delicate organism with the overpowering necessity to create, create, create - so that without the creating of music or poetry or books or buildings or something of meaning, his very breath is cut off from him. He must create, must pour out creation. By some strange, unknown, inward urgency he is not really alive unless he is creating. - Pearl Buck"
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n. the bittersweetness of having arrived here in the future, where you can finally get the answers to how things turn out in the real...