Letter to My Grandson

Daniel Gottlieb
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Our troubles don’t last, they linger

for a while and vanish. We should

not entertain in memory and recall

them to savor the feel of self-pity.

When a man in sorrow is seen by

his dear ones he feels diminished.

If left alone, he gathers sufficient

strength to accept it with courage.

A contrived laughter is no gift to

those whom we love. It exercises

the muscles. A genuine laughter

gives joy to oneself and others.

Joy and grief follow each other.

Viewed as a cycle, they are seen

as inevitable. Darkness is not for

ever. Light comes to displace it .