دائماً هو الخوف. فلكي تسيطر على شخص أوْهمه بأنه خائف

This period of hibernation holds a mystery of what we would emerge as once the period ends.

A glooming peace this morning with it brings; The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head: Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things; Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished: For never was a story of more woe Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.

Struggle is in my heart all week. My own moral conflict never ceases. Knowing I cannot and must not simply submit to the standards imposed on me, and merely conform as "they" would like. This I am convinced is wrong - but the pressure never ceases.

Written By Thomas Merton

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