I've hung that sign by my desk for a year or two.
"Ask not, grant not.........."
It is a way of life, steeped in pride, the most insidious of all sin.
The nature of my job is that I solve problems. There is no
time to be involved, no time to care - how? or why?
Just get it done.
I must take life as it happens, neither whining nor regretting.
Not accepting, just dealing, and then going on to other things.
Indeed it is a way.
But. is it the best way?
My soul misses the warmth and comfort of emotion.
Pride is such a very cold, hard pillow.