“Your brain is made to think about difficult things. To help you get to a point where you understand something that you didn’t understand at first. And that becomes the cream of your life. The rest is boring and worthless.
That was what the grey-haired old man told me.
On a cloudy Sunday afternoon in late autumn, on top of a mountain in Kobe, as I clutched a small bouquet of red flowers.
And even now, whenever something disturbing happens to me, I ponder again that special circle, and the boring and the worthless.
And the unique cream that must be there, deep inside me.”
– Cream by Haruki Murakami
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