Reading the following extract out of Tolstoy’s diary is truly a humbling experience, to say the least. First of all, I learned that I’m a complete hypocrite when it comes to my temperance, generosity, & simple care for those around me. It’s a sad & painful realization, I tell you, but all I can say is that I am doing my best to change for the better.
I was thinking of giving my personal interpretation, but I am going to hold off because I personally hate falling victim to others’ opinions on things I read. It completely skews my ultimate interpretation. To tell you the truth, you need only be a child to comprehend such writing because it is associated with love, the single element of life that is so pure and ubiquitous in our hearts & minds.
Well, one last thing before I let you people skim through this little story. The end result, no matter how you see it, will be a rewarding lifelong experiment that will inevitably begin painfully, only because you must initially expend great energy & time unwinding all that you’ve been taught in order to eventually fall mercy to the demands of love (probably in your old-old age).
[Side note: I've searched all over the net for the following extract, but haven't had luck, so I decided I'd copy it out of one of my books for all 2 of you to enjoy! It's long, so print it!]View All Photos ›