“The days that are like unhealed lemons will become your story.”
A classic book that was considered difficult and old,
An experience that at some point becomes a small breath of life that keeps life going.
This book is a record of those moments.

Lemon-like days that I unknowingly hid and buried in an unloving reality.
Lemon is an unavoidable wound, or perhaps our life itself.
Classics are like sweet lemonade that seeps in slowly.
It is a strong, quiet force that brings us back to life.

This book delicately captures our reflection in the old mirror of the classics.
The language of the classics endures the weight of time and converses with today's life.
A single sentence from a classic, like a seed planted in the cracks of life, gives birth to a new story.
This book, which captures the moments when life hands you lemons, helps you start another story on the path you've lost.

The authors wrote about the sometimes bittersweet moments of life they experienced while reading the classics.
For authors, a classic is not a difficult, old canon, but a living, breathing story that permeates life.
The story continued to change as I turned each page, connected by sentences.
Those moments were like discovering a small light in an endless tunnel.

Our world is a world created by comfort and courage that have been passed down from story to story over a long period of time.
The steps we took so far were the reason you and I met, and our stories are connected as one.
May the comforts you find within silently surround you throughout your day.

When life gives you lemons, this book will be your sweet lemonade.

“Isn’t every day a new day?” The old man’s words changed my day and routine 180 degrees.
During winter break of my third year of high school, I got a job.
I started working and accepted each day as a new day.
The old man's voice seeped into me.
Work wasn't just about making money.
I have found that I can learn and grow through my work.
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Just as Alice grows by encountering various characters, we too, as we collide with ideas that are different from our own, our thoughts deepen and our hearts broaden.
Such changes do not happen automatically just with the passage of time.
Ultimately, it is your choice whether to jump down the rabbit hole or not.

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Even though I suffered from the darkness that was given to me for a long time, I believed in the bright light outside the cave and moved forward step by step.
When I reached the end of the cave, what I encountered was my complete self.
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There is no need to exert all your strength.
When you let go of your strength, your gait becomes much lighter and freer.
Suddenly, I remember going to the swimming pool.
I remember myself just pushing harder because I was afraid of falling into the water.
What if I just relaxed and enjoyed it to the fullest?
Just like now, when I enjoy the sound of birds and the smell of trees with my whole body.
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Life leaves traces of stories along the path it takes.
Some stories are pushed out by new ones, but some stories overlap and create 'me'.
Stories have power.

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If you have the courage to command and act to create better adults for your children, that is enough.
I am grateful to be able to walk that dangerous and cold path with the classics.
The sentences in the classics give me the strength to love myself as I am, even though I am small.

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I was reading a book in the middle of the night when I heard a baby crying and ran out and came back repeatedly.
There are days when I feel frustrated because I go back and forth between two homes, feeling like I'm not satisfying either one.
But this tug-of-war cannot be stopped.
Because my life, which I cannot give up as much as my beloved family, is waiting for me like a wedding dress in my closet.

--- p.157

I didn't know it at the time.
The lighthouse's light is not something that someone else gives you, but something that you have to create yourself.
That even a small lighthouse in a remote area can illuminate someone's path.
I stumbled, bumped, and swayed, and came to realize this truth belatedly after a long journey.
It was like the moment when I realized that the bluebird I had been searching for for a long time was right there in its cage at home.
Thankfully, the bluebird didn't fly away and just waited silently for me.
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Right now, I believe I'm either fighting a monster in some dark cave with my daughter, or tied to the mast of a ship, listening to the song of the Sirens, trying to resist their temptation.
After war and adventure, homecoming and glory await.
Like Odysseus.

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I am confident that I will grow old gracefully and gracefully, showing off my white hair, with these women who love classics.
The thought of a bookshelf full of books we want to read together, books we should read together, and of us carrying eco-bags containing a weighty classic, carrying a dignity on our shoulders that no luxury bag could ever match, makes me feel good.
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Siddhartha was a mirror that reflected my life and a guide that made me stronger.
Along with the river flowing without obstruction, I am creating my own life.
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I didn't want to give up my dream again to please people.
The sentences in the books I had read flew up in my heart like fireflies.
Following the light created by the fireflies, I decided to walk my path without wavering.

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