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"What do I do now?"
"What I did, I suppose. Each day I picked out a task or two, and tried to perform it like the doing mattered... But each morning I tried to look no further than the day ahead. There was no bright line, no turning point. More a slow acceptance of what could not be helped, and the realization over time that a greater portion of any given day held a measure of happiness--... and because life, when you're ready, will present you with new people to know. Eventually the life that goes on all around you, indifferent to your sadness, will sweep you up again. For better or worse there's a certain Viking hardiness in our natures, an appetite for more."
"What I did, I suppose. Each day I picked out a task or two, and tried to perform it like the doing mattered... But each morning I tried to look no further than the day ahead. There was no bright line, no turning point. More a slow acceptance of what could not be helped, and the realization over time that a greater portion of any given day held a measure of happiness--... and because life, when you're ready, will present you with new people to know. Eventually the life that goes on all around you, indifferent to your sadness, will sweep you up again. For better or worse there's a certain Viking hardiness in our natures, an appetite for more."