The more I think about it, the more I want to grow up to live in a very old town in some enigmatic country I’ve never been to. The houses would be made of stone and probably poorly insulated, there would be a baker in town who makes fresh bread each morning, and it would be wicked cold most of the time… I could own a little bookstore and a cute little house with candles in the windows. I could have my friends over and drink spiced cider and I have a great big library and wear lots of sweaters and own huge leather chairs for no reason at all. I would go around to the shops and buy flowers for the kitchen table and loose leaf tea and poetry anthologies and be happy.
“I was sitting at home and had a profound experience. I experienced, in all of my being, that someday I was going to die, and it wouldn’t be like it had been happening, almost dying but somehow staying alive, but I would just die! And two things would happen right before I died: I would regret my entire life; I would want to live it over again. This terrified me. The thought that I would live my entire life, look at it and realize I blew it, forced me to do something with my life.”—Hubert Selby Jr. on why he began to write.
I believe the things in our life that we think are unfair seem that way because we are unable to see the entire story of our lives the way God can. I wholly believe that every hardship we face in our lives will only make our life story more beautiful, and, at the end of our lives we will look back and know it was all for a purpose.