{"product_id":"135753","title":"The Joy of Loss ","description":"\u003ccenter\u003e\u003cdiv style=\"text-align:center\"\u003e\u003cimg src=\"https:\/\/tmgdisk01.cafe24.com\/images\/vs\/4172\/sv\/3jYCU94pSzfJRfnRykMxh92XZTgQxX.png?v=1765111402\" style=\"max-width:100%;max-height:10px\"\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\u003c\/center\u003e\n\u003ccenter\u003e\u003ctable\u003e\u003ctr\u003e\u003ctd style=\"height:10px\"\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\u003c\/tr\u003e\u003c\/table\u003e\u003c\/center\u003e\n\u003ccenter\u003e\u003ctable\u003e\u003ctr\u003e\u003ctd style=\"height:10px\"\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\u003c\/tr\u003e\u003c\/table\u003e\u003c\/center\u003e\n\u003ccenter\u003e\n\n\u003cdiv style=\"width:95%\"\u003e\n\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align:center;font-size:30px;font-weight:bolder;line-height:1.6em\"\u003e The Joy of Loss \u003c\/div\u003e\n\n\u003ccenter\u003e\u003ctable\u003e\u003ctr\u003e\u003ctd 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style=\"text-align:left;word-break:break-all;font-size:14px;line-height:1.6em;\"\u003e\n\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003ch5\u003e \u003cb\u003eBook Introduction\u003c\/b\u003e\n\u003c\/h5\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cdl\u003e\n\u003cdt\u003e A word from MD\u003c\/dt\u003e\n\u003cdd\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e How to be willing to open closed doors and move toward opportunities\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e The author, a journalist with 30 years of experience, one day suffers a stroke and loses one eye.\u003cbr\u003e Her lover left her, and her father was diagnosed with Alzheimer's.\u003cbr\u003e These misfortunes willingly open the closed doors with one clouded eye and move towards the light of joy.\u003cbr\u003e A book that will give me the courage to open closed doors and go forward.\u003cbr\u003e\n\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e \u003cspan\u003eMarch 21, 2023.\u003c\/span\u003e \u003cspan\u003eEssay PD Lee Na-young\u003c\/span\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/dd\u003e\n\u003c\/dl\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cdiv\u003e \u003cb\u003e“No one can survive today without being hurt.\u003cbr\u003e I love life more than how much it loves me\u003cbr\u003e “I was much more focused on how much I loved life.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e A New York Times journalist with 30 years of experience\u003cbr\u003e The beauty of the world that I discovered only after losing the sight in my right eye.\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cbr\u003eA story about enduring misfortune and the determination to stay in happiness for a long time.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Mountain adventurer Eric Weihenmayer was the first blind person to summit Mount Everest, climb all seven of the world’s highest peaks, and kayak the rapids of the Grand Canyon.” Before this one line was published in an article, Eric Weihenmayer must have experienced countless frustrations and indescribable feelings of helplessness.\u003cbr\u003e The challenge of overcoming limitations is wonderful, but those of us who have never experienced the same limitations can only feel superficial excitement.\u003cbr\u003e That's what other people's misfortune is like.\u003cbr\u003e Frank Bruni, author of \"The Joy of Loss,\" also spent more than 30 years as a journalist, a life overflowing with such news, but he never realized the magnitude of his achievement until he lost the sight in his right eye. \u003cbr\u003eBecause I was too preoccupied, too naive, and too proud to pay attention to these stories.\u003cbr\u003e Of course, I never imagined that 'loss of vision' would become my problem.\u003cbr\u003e This is not just Frank Bruni's story.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Frank Bruni, who has built a reputation as a leading columnist for the New York Times for over 20 years, has also served as a White House correspondent, Rome, Italy bureau chief, and food critic, writing notable articles.\u003cbr\u003e One day, at the age of fifty-two, while still actively working, he suddenly suffered a stroke that cut off the blood supply to his optic nerve, causing him to gradually lose the vision in his right eye.\u003cbr\u003e The doctor warns that even his left eye could be at risk, while his long-time lover breaks up with him because he fell in love with someone else, and his father develops Alzheimer's disease. \u003cbr\u003eThese misfortunes gave me the opportunity to look with my clouded right eye and see what I had been missing, even though I had been living diligently until then.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Author Lee Min-jin of the novel “Pachinko” said in the New York Times, “It is a story of people who courageously faced the great emptiness of life.\u003cbr\u003e This book is not a sad story about a person who has lost his sight, but a story about a person who tries to move forward even when life puts him to the test.\u003cbr\u003e Bruni left a long recommendation with strong praise, saying, “Bruni transforms loss into robust wisdom.”\u003cbr\u003e Additionally, psychologist Andrew Solomon, author of “Parents and Other Children” and “The Midday Blues,” also acknowledged the author’s uniqueness by praising him, saying, “Frank Bruni has a talent for talking about resilience philosophically.”\u003cbr\u003e\n\n\u003c\/div\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cul\u003e\u003cli\u003e You can preview some of the book's contents.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cspan\u003ePreview\u003c\/span\u003e\n\n\u003c\/li\u003e\u003c\/ul\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e\u003cdiv\u003e  \u003ch5\u003e\u003cb\u003eindex\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/h5\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e Chapter 1 Maybe, Maybe, Maybe\u003cbr\u003e Chapter 2 My world became blurry, yet sharp at the same time.\u003cbr\u003e Chapter 3 I don't want to seem like I'm coping perfectly, but\u003cbr\u003e Chapter 4 I Embraced the Good Things\u003cbr\u003e Chapter 5: I Will Become a Needlepoint\u003cbr\u003e Chapter 6: Those who witnessed my sorrow also revealed their own misfortunes.\u003cbr\u003e Chapter 7 They Turn Towards Joy\u003cbr\u003e Chapter 8: The Courage to Survive Given Conditions\u003cbr\u003e Chapter 9 I Didn't Want to Put Off Anything\u003cbr\u003e Chapter 10: The Luxury of Knowing Every Nook and Cranny\u003cbr\u003e Chapter 11: There's always something to do\u003cbr\u003e Chapter 12: Beauty resides in a broken and open heart.\u003cbr\u003e Chapter 13: The Peaceful Times of Aging\u003cbr\u003e Chapter 14: No matter how long I look at the stars, I never get tired of them.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Acknowledgements\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e\u003cdiv\u003e\u003ch5\u003e \u003cb\u003eDetailed image\u003c\/b\u003e \u003c\/h5\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cimg src=\"https:\/\/image.yes24.com\/momo\/TopCate4128\/MidCate003\/412723644.jpg\" border=\"0\" alt=\"Detailed Image 1\"\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e\u003cdiv\u003e\u003ch5\u003e \u003cb\u003eInto the book\u003c\/b\u003e\n\u003c\/h5\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e “There is no cure,” the doctor said.\u003cbr\u003e At first, the doctor's tone of voice and manner of speaking struck me more than the content of his answer. \u003cbr\u003eThere was a delicate balance of comfort and calmness, both intended to calm the other person down.\u003cbr\u003e It was a stark admission of my terrible misfortune, a vocalized version of the gesture I'd seen earlier when the local ophthalmologist had placed a hand on my shoulder.\u003cbr\u003e The doctor's tone seemed to tell me that I could feel sorry for myself, but also to advise me not to be too sad or too shocked.\u003cbr\u003e The doctor's tone was meticulously calculated.\u003cbr\u003e I almost said that to the doctor.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e --- p.24\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e In other words, this test was not something a pessimist would take on, and I was overflowing with pessimism.\u003cbr\u003e There were many times when I desperately wanted a sunny day, yet was convinced it would rain, and I was mentally prepared for the person I liked to reject me outright, ultimately rejecting me. \u003cbr\u003eI was convinced that the promotion or project I desperately wanted would eventually go to someone else, and even if it was given to me, I would eventually have to step down.\u003cbr\u003e In fact, my experience did not support this darkness.\u003cbr\u003e My life has been a mixture of ups and downs, unexpected good fortunes and failures, and there have certainly been many good things.\u003cbr\u003e In fact, there were too many.\u003cbr\u003e But it was my peculiar and not-so-proud innate tendency to always prepare for the worst.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e --- p.29\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I was managing my father's affairs? I was supporting him? It felt surreal.\u003cbr\u003e My father was always a man of few words and aloof, but at the same time he was like a rock to me.\u003cbr\u003e It was my rock. \u003cbr\u003eMy father was always there to celebrate the milestones in my life by taking me out to eat at fancy, expensive restaurants, to advise me with his business acumen on complex issues like mortgages and taxes, and to tell me that he would be my bank when I was in financial trouble and my hotel when I had nowhere to stay.\u003cbr\u003e For me, my father was the person who had to decisively lower the temperature of my fear of the world by a few degrees.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e --- p.97\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Having suffered a stroke, experiencing foggy vision, and for a time trying to figure out how to cope with my inner weather, I came to appreciate this fundamental truth anew.\u003cbr\u003e The belief that while everyone around me is moving forward smoothly, I am the only one struggling and struggling day by day, that while others have settled into the rabbit hole, I am the only one stuck in the thornbush. \u003cbr\u003eSelf-pity usually comes from these delusions.\u003cbr\u003e To feel sorry for oneself is to refuse to acknowledge that everyone is capable of experiencing intense pain at any time, and that almost everyone has tried, and is trying, to navigate their own pain.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e --- p.152\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e My mother, who had lost a lot of hair after undergoing several rounds of chemotherapy, went shopping for wigs for fun.\u003cbr\u003e If you feel weak or have an upset stomach due to treatment, rest for a few hours.\u003cbr\u003e But after a nap and regaining the energy to move, I immediately started my day, my week, my month.\u003cbr\u003e My mother believed that if she allowed the cancer to destroy her even when she still had some strength left to get back up, it would win twice.\u003cbr\u003e My mother was more determined than anyone else to not give cancer a double victory.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e --- p.193\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eAll of this was just a few minutes' walk from the apartment I lived in.\u003cbr\u003e All of this was just there, I just had to reach out and grab it.\u003cbr\u003e But I didn't catch it.\u003cbr\u003e I just went to the park to exercise and did a lap with people riding bikes or running.\u003cbr\u003e Otherwise, it was just a quick glance from a taxi along the winding road connecting the Upper West Side and the Upper East Side, or a beeline for the Delacorte Amphitheater to see a Shakespeare performance.\u003cbr\u003e I didn't explore Central Park and didn't understand its richness.\u003cbr\u003e All those bushes and all those meadows and all those hills and all those hollows and all those squares and all those monuments and all those nooks and crannies.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e --- p.277\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“When I lived in Norfolk, Virginia, I used to have a pot that I didn’t tell anyone about, just for ‘whipping.’\u003cbr\u003e Whenever I felt bad about myself, angry, or just couldn't handle the situation, I would sneak out to the backyard and hit the ground with that pot.\u003cbr\u003e Of course, I only stirred the pot when Eric wasn't around.\u003cbr\u003e I felt relieved.\u003cbr\u003e That pot has made me a better wife, a better mother, and an overall better person.\u003cbr\u003e Instead of burdening others with my problems or nagging my husband, I ended up with a dirty dirt floor and a dented pot.”\u003cbr\u003e --- p.288\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e During my time with my father, I was able to see that over twenty years after my mother's passing, his weakened mind had shown him extraordinary kindness. \u003cbr\u003eMy father accepted his ordinary, happy marriage without any particular ups and downs as the greatest romance of his life.\u003cbr\u003e My father could revisit every chapter and every important scene of this fairy tale whenever he wanted.\u003cbr\u003e It was the answer to his father's sorrow.\u003cbr\u003e I could tell my dad was replaying one of those scenes while we were sitting in the car.\u003cbr\u003e I could see that my father was comfortable enough with me in his later years, and comfortable enough with himself.\u003cbr\u003e And I could tell that what my father was feeling was not sadness.\u003cbr\u003e It was gratitude.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e --- p.298\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Maji said that she had most recently been to the lake.\u003cbr\u003e “I went kayaking.\u003cbr\u003e “I told you it was my first time kayaking.” “Really? You kayaked when you were eighty-six?!” “Yeah, I kayaked when I was eighty-six,” Marge said. \u003cbr\u003e“Did you like it?” “Oh, it was really good.\u003cbr\u003e I am good at swimming.\u003cbr\u003e I do it often.\u003cbr\u003e Everything went smoothly.\u003cbr\u003e But when I finally arrived at the dock, I couldn't get up.\u003cbr\u003e So I asked some teenagers nearby for advice.\u003cbr\u003e Eventually I realized that the only way to get out of the kayak was to capsize it.\u003cbr\u003e So I just flipped the boat over.\u003cbr\u003e “And then he swam out.” “There’s always something to do, right?” I said.\u003cbr\u003e “There’s always something to do, right?” Marge smiled.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e --- p.331\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Fauci said his advice wasn't about how he was mentioned in newspaper articles, but how the American people could help bring this situation to a close as quickly as possible. \u003cbr\u003eInstead of writing a major paper about the pandemic and getting it published in a prestigious medical journal, Fauci focused on how the entire country could successfully navigate this crisis.\u003cbr\u003e The important thing was not to receive praise, but to do what was right and good.\u003cbr\u003e Pouch's vanity slowly drained away like an ebb tide.\u003cbr\u003e Or at least in a more constructive form.\u003cbr\u003e “As I get older, none of this becomes about me,” Pouch said.\u003cbr\u003e “Struggling to move forward becomes less important and more important to see what’s happening around me and try to have a positive impact on it.” And that was a bigger, better thing than being liberated.\u003cbr\u003e It brought happiness.\u003cbr\u003e\n\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e --- p.376\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e\u003cdiv\u003e\u003ch5\u003e \u003cb\u003ePublisher's Review\u003c\/b\u003e\n\u003c\/h5\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e \u003cb\u003e『Pachinko』 Lee Min-jin strongly recommends!\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cbr\u003e#1 New York Times bestseller upon publication!\u003cbr\u003e Overwhelming praise from [The Washington Post], [The New York Times], and [Publisher's Weekly]!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Those who rise up decide to rise up.\u003cbr\u003e They turn towards joy.”\u003cbr\u003e On the optimism that calmly embraces unexpected despair\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Just shoot yourself in the head,” Bruni said sincerely.\u003cbr\u003e Before I could even get used to the confusion of vision loss, I was exhausted from having to undergo monthly injections into my right eye for placebos in clinical trials for a treatment drug, and from enduring painful three-hour eye exams whenever I felt like I was forgetting something.\u003cbr\u003e Then, when it came time to inject myself in my thighs and stomach twice a week for six months, I wanted to give up.\u003cbr\u003e Maybe it would have been better to die.\u003cbr\u003e But in the end, I picked up the syringe.\u003cbr\u003e I willingly became a pincushioner.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eThree days later I had an injection in my left thigh, and four days after that I had an injection in the right side of my stomach.\u003cbr\u003e This time it stung a little more.\u003cbr\u003e Then I placed them alternately on both thighs.\u003cbr\u003e In two weeks, 45 minutes went down to 5 minutes.\u003cbr\u003e A few weeks later, it was shortened again to two minutes, and then even to one minute.\u003cbr\u003e I got the job done in no time, almost in autopilot mode.\u003cbr\u003e I was as thorough as when I flossed, but I finished it in a short time.\u003cbr\u003e […] Strangely enough, I ended up waiting for the injection time.\u003cbr\u003e Those times were the fears I conquered.\u003cbr\u003e Those times gave life a unique rhythm and a special fighting spirit.\u003cbr\u003e My friends have mastered SoulCycle classes.\u003cbr\u003e I mastered the syringe.\u003cbr\u003e _p.132\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Postponing an experience often means never experiencing it.\u003cbr\u003e Because we are always whining, foolish, and arrogant about time. \u003cbr\u003eWe often delay the joys and opportunities we can face, or even the moments of despair we must endure, by saying, “Later,” “Next time,” or “When I have time,” but as always, time does not wait for us.\u003cbr\u003e A solid career as a journalist, a boyfriend of ten years with whom he could chat about anything, a network of friends enough to attend dinner parties every weekend… Frank Bruni never imagined that his enviable daily life and leisure life would end so suddenly.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Professionally, I was a successful person.\u003cbr\u003e Although some of my grand ambitions didn't come true, and I wasn't making crazy amounts of money like my friends, buying two houses or several new cars, I was satisfied with my life. \u003cbr\u003eI've been in the media for over 30 years, over 20 of them at The New York Times, where I've seen a lot of the world and had some extravagant adventures.\u003cbr\u003e He writes columns, appears regularly on television, and occasionally gives lectures on the side.\u003cbr\u003e Whenever I went to the local grocery store, people would recognize me and say nice things.\u003cbr\u003e Every time that happened, I became very self-conscious about the baggy t-shirt I always wore, the even baggier sweatpants, and the 18 pounds of extra weight I always carried around.\u003cbr\u003e But mostly, these encounters were a source of pride.\u003cbr\u003e _p.52\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Bruni willingly agreed to be a lesson.\u003cbr\u003e The reason he wrote this book, revealing his own story, was to speak to the essence of how no one can live life without loss, pain, suffering, and being hurt. \u003cbr\u003eBruni pays tribute to this fair and dignified principle of life, and instead of highlighting only his own misfortunes, he also introduces the stories of people who live with dignity despite experiencing unexpected hardships.\u003cbr\u003e “Will we succumb to grief and fear, or will we take conscious, concrete steps?” The Washington Post asked this question, emphasizing that “this book reminds us that humans have the capacity for constant change throughout our lives.”\u003cbr\u003e Bruni “guides us on a pilgrimage between light and darkness without losing elegance” ([Oprah Daily]), offering a meditation on how to naturally embrace the unexpected trials and tribulations of life, the daily onslaught of aging, and the death that comes to all of us, without losing humor.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eHow can bad things happen to us?\u003cbr\u003e A story that tells us that almost everything can be a good thing.\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cbr\u003eLoss is an opportunity to reflect on precious things.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e When I revealed my sorrow, others opened up and showed me their own unhappiness.\u003cbr\u003e When I open my heart, the world opens to me.\u003cbr\u003e The author realized anew how enriched his life had been, and finally learned to stop and look back.\u003cbr\u003e It was finally an opportunity to reorganize my life.\u003cbr\u003e I asked questions I hadn't asked before, navigated entirely new emotional waters, looked at friends and acquaintances with different eyes, and reached out to strangers.\u003cbr\u003e The author, who has spent his life meeting prominent politicians and entertainers of his time and writing about them, now looks into the lives of people with disabilities, illnesses, or those in their twilight years. \u003cbr\u003eJust like Central Park, whose beauty I hadn't noticed even after 15 years of walking the same path, I began to notice the wisdom of life that could be found in those who had always been around me but whom I had never properly observed.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e But what I want to talk about isn't the wonders of Central Park.\u003cbr\u003e Because it is something that others have listed over and over again until now.\u003cbr\u003e What I'm trying to say is that something so bright was right there, but I was either preoccupied, distracted, or even lazy, and didn't notice it.\u003cbr\u003e Central Park was the perfect symbol.\u003cbr\u003e Many people do not realize the true value of Central Park as a public space that is free to all.\u003cbr\u003e Because it was too easily obtainable to be anything special.\u003cbr\u003e Central Park was too accessible to be precious. \u003cbr\u003eSo Central Park was something I could enjoy later.\u003cbr\u003e Next day, or next week, or next month.\u003cbr\u003e _p.280\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Asparagus at 2 o’clock,” said the person sitting next to me.\u003cbr\u003e “Beef at 6 o’clock.” This is information about where Juan Jose should move his fork to reach the food on his plate.\u003cbr\u003e That was the only evidence that he couldn't see ahead.\u003cbr\u003e Juan Jose, who was told in his late teens that he would be blind by the time he was 40, is now a career diplomat and the Permanent Representative of Mexico to the United Nations.\u003cbr\u003e The 'fear' of losing his eyesight, which had plagued him for a long time and made him feel as if \"there was sand in his eyes,\" eventually became the 'will' to overcome anything.\u003cbr\u003e Just as people wish they were taller or thinner, their blindness became something to him. \u003cbr\u003eWhen your child laughs and jokes about his or her real name, you'll feel like you've lived a pretty good life.\u003cbr\u003e This book also tells the stories of Marion, a 70-year-old deaf and blind person who has taught line dancing for over 10 years and chosen to “dance instead of succumbing to the darkness,” and Teitel, a 75-year-old blind person who has served as a judge on the U.S. Court of Appeals for the District of Columbia Circuit for over 25 years, who has overcome their own “losses,” embraced “thorns,” and lived their lives focusing on their good fortune, following the lead of joy.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “There’s a prank we used to play a lot when Paloma was five years old.\u003cbr\u003e He was walking side by side holding my hand when he suddenly shouted, 'Watch your step over there!'\u003cbr\u003e “Actually, there’s nothing.” “That’s mischievous,” I said playfully.\u003cbr\u003e “No,” Juan Jose corrected me.\u003cbr\u003e “It’s beautiful.” “Why is it beautiful?” I asked. \u003cbr\u003e\"Because it means I've succeeded.\" \"In the sense that the child was able to take this lightly? Enough to make a joke out of it?\" \"Yes.\u003cbr\u003e “That’s exactly it,” Juan Jose smiled.\u003cbr\u003e _p.118\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e What do we need to persevere, persevere, and overcome the challenges of life?\u003cbr\u003e Author Frank Bruni, who leads the story with a warm and witty style, constantly asks these questions.\u003cbr\u003e When we look back on the happy moments, they seem so fleeting, and we never realize how precious they were at the time.\u003cbr\u003e Continuing a career and building wealth are important, but in moments of critical crisis, aren't the \"happy memories\" of overflowing joy and excitement the only things that sustain us? \u003cbr\u003eWe live in an age where even accumulating such experiences can be overwhelming for individuals, but the author believes that if we could just briefly recognize the burdens others carry, the fears they suppress, and the scars they hide, we would be less consumed by the misfortunes and humiliations we each experience.\u003cbr\u003e This expands our own world without us even realizing it, and at the same time becomes a strong force that allows us to properly understand ourselves.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eWill you succumb to sorrow and fear?\u003cbr\u003e Or will you take conscious and concrete steps?\u003cbr\u003e Learn wisdom and dignity for your future life.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e After the stroke, the author acted as his mother had taught him, “not to dwell on the misfortune that had befallen her.”\u003cbr\u003e I stumbled and fell several times, but somehow I tried to improve my eyesight.\u003cbr\u003e Every time, I chose the path my mother would have chosen. \u003cbr\u003eBruni's mother, who had collected wigs for fun after losing her hair after multiple rounds of chemotherapy and insisted on preparing meals for her family until the very end, became increasingly emaciated.\u003cbr\u003e In the end, I had no choice but to allow food to be taken out, and I often fell asleep without finishing my favorite TV drama.\u003cbr\u003e But through tremendous willpower and good luck, my mother lived to see the birth of her first granddaughter.\u003cbr\u003e Then the mother decided that she had to see the birth of her second grandchild.\u003cbr\u003e And I made that decision.\u003cbr\u003e The mother passed away a week after her grandson was born.\u003cbr\u003e The mother lived long enough to kiss her grandson's forehead.\u003cbr\u003e Long enough to hold the baby in my frail, trembling arms.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e My mother continued to play golf.\u003cbr\u003e I continued cooking. \u003cbr\u003eWhenever I was home for a long time, I always prepared all my son's favorite dishes and took him to my favorite restaurant.\u003cbr\u003e I rarely asked my mother for anything like that, though.\u003cbr\u003e Whether she wore a wig or not, whether her hair was straight or wavy from chemotherapy, my mother was the same.\u003cbr\u003e My mother's lasagna was meaty, tender, and huge, so much so that I could eat a second, third, and fourth batch and still have cold lasagna in the fridge.\u003cbr\u003e While cancer emaciated my mother, she fattened us all.\u003cbr\u003e _p.193\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Also, for the author, his father was “a being who decisively lowered the temperature of his fear of the world by a few degrees.”\u003cbr\u003e He was a revered and rock-solid figure, offering nuanced advice on complex issues like mortgages and taxes, as well as celebrating life's milestones. \u003cbr\u003eBut around the time the author's eyesight began to deteriorate, his father, who was in his eighties, was diagnosed with senile dementia.\u003cbr\u003e My father could no longer be 'my rock'.\u003cbr\u003e The father couldn't even understand what had happened to his son.\u003cbr\u003e Then, the coronavirus lockdown began and the 84-year-old father had to stay at home.\u003cbr\u003e To cheer up his father, the author took his father's car and traveled back in time.\u003cbr\u003e I went on a pilgrimage to the house where my father grew up, the house where my parents first lived, and the house I moved to after growing up.\u003cbr\u003e My father wanted to visit the house where my mother lived when she was a teenager for the last time.\u003cbr\u003e It was the place I used to pick up and drop off my mother when I was in high school.\u003cbr\u003e The author saw a scene where the father looked at the house and recreated a moment he had with his mother.\u003cbr\u003e It was a very beautiful moment.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Moments like the ones my father and I enjoyed back then had to be held on tight as they blossomed. \u003cbr\u003eThe reason that drive that day was brilliant was not simply because I was happy, but because I recognized that happiness, gave it a proper name, stayed there for a long time, and kept it as a souvenir.\u003cbr\u003e It was because I kept it well so that I could dust it off and recall it anew when needed later.\u003cbr\u003e _p.295\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The author, longing for a new adventure after losing his eyesight, was offered a professorship at Duke University, so he packed up his Manhattan apartment where he had lived for 15 years and moved to Chapel Hill, a quiet neighborhood with many old trees.\u003cbr\u003e At first, I felt sad as I looked at the sight of elderly people in wheelchairs with hunched backs, but gradually I felt a peace I had never known before.\u003cbr\u003e Somehow, I felt more alive now, more in tune with life, and more appreciative of it. \u003cbr\u003eThe author, who maintained an optimistic attitude as if he had not lost his eyesight, confesses in the final chapter of the book that his situation is getting worse than he thought.\u003cbr\u003e Yet, Bruni, who still “refuses to retreat from the demands and joys of life” and “pushes through countless closed doors,” lives today facing head-on the paradox of life: “We have no control over what happens to us, yet we have enormous control.”\u003cbr\u003e When your pace finally slows, when time is up, when you look back on the past years, I hope you can see that there is nothing you really wanted to do but haven't done yet.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eRecommended reviews\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Will you succumb to sorrow and fear?\u003cbr\u003e Or will you take conscious and concrete steps?\u003cbr\u003e Every sunset, whether it be disease or aging, becomes a new opportunity. \u003cbr\u003eThis book reminds us that humans have the capacity for constant change throughout their lives.\u003cbr\u003e _[Washington Post]\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e It showcases an optimistic insight into life with the loss of sight in one eye, along with a talent for discovering the unpredictable beauty of the world.\u003cbr\u003e A book that resonates with all generations.\u003cbr\u003e _[Publisher's Weekly]\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e It's a 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