Language is a daring simplification of cosmic vastness. I always wonder what the main drive is for writers when they confront with boundless experiences. Allen de botton put it. ¡°I was drawn to literature not from an exuberant happiness, but from anxiety and distress. Pain is my source of inspiration.¡± Unhappiness can always inspire us to think about things in a way we would never have done when smiling. But, there is a goal. ¡°I hope to be able to put my finger on certain feelings that people have but find hard to define.¡± This goal has been achieved, at least for six million people who sympathized with his definitions in the ¡®On love¡¯. Nevertheless he said like this I also agree with. ¡°What looks like luck and success from the outside is often really just a kind of difficulty.¡±
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Language is a daring simplification of cosmic vastness. I always wonder what the main drive is for writers when they confront with boundless experiences. Allen de Botton put it. "I was drawn to literature not from an exuberant happiness, but from anxiety and distress. Pain is my source of inspiration." Unhappiness can always inspire us to think about things in a way we would never have done when smiling. But, there is a goal. "I hope to be able to put my finger on certain feelings that people have but find hard to define." This goal has been achieved, at least for six million people who sympathized with his definitions on love. Nevertheless he said something like this and I also agree with him. "What looks like luck and success from the outside is often really just a kind of difficulty."