We have these magnificent hearts that pump through all sorrows

Somedays I think about quitting. I think about quitting the job I’m periodically contracted for, and being done with writing forever. I feel like quitting from the kitchen, quitting from the housekeeping, quitting from all my burdens.

Life can be cruel. We are subjected to heartaches, crushing defeats and sadness. Sometimes I am overcome by despair. I tell myself constantly to feel the contentment, to live each day as happily as I could. Some people find contentment by letting go, by giving in, by giving up. Some people find it by fighting back, by standing up, by not giving in. Some peoople like me count our blessings. I suppose I am not giving up. I know that while life is not perfect in any way, I have so many blessings and joys.

"Our lives are at once ordinary and mythical. We live and die, age beautifully or full of wrinkles. We wake in the morning, buy yellow cheese, and hope we have enough money to pay for it. At the same instant we have these magnificent hearts that pump through all sorrows and all winters we are alive on the earth." Natalie Goldberg, Writing Down the Bones.