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A Novel Life by The Mudane Novelist.
Lessons learnt after I began writing, and where I got it wrong.
For non-members, read here.
For a long while I've dreamed of a peaceful life, failing to see that we live in a jungle built by human hands.
I always thought peace was a life without struggles, a life without pain, and a life with minimal discomfort. And I always dreamed of living it — that hope of a peaceful and fulfilling life.
Oh, what a conceited child I was...
Fortunately, I had a chance to reflect — to think a little bit deeper about the "why?"
It's one of the wonders of writing — not just for others to hear my thoughts — but to see them laid bare before myself. And because of that I realized: My definition of Life.
Life is full of problems, and society is made to — not only solve our problems — but also solve those of others as well.
Then, it became clearer to me, now, it’s a bit more so:
- You will always want something — you will always feel lacking — so long as you lack contentment.
- A peaceful life was never one without struggles, it was a life of acceptance of what is, and what will always be.
