So, the rationale of having written this book is to say an inspiring word to a lot of people who are hurting, crying and sounding defeatist, an inspiring word to millions of people who are living in pain and indigence. I wrote it for a young chap who hopes there is no life after death so that he can finally rest, for a dejected ailing woman who thinks God enjoys torturing her and for some hopeless lad who threatens his friends he’d shoot himself. I wrote it for them and for myself.

Pain changes people for better or for worse. It can change a fledging, naive person to a strong, courageous person or on the other end of the spectrum, sadly however, a devout and pious Christian to a smoking meathead.

Take life a little more gladly, Every disappointment a little more lightly, Every heartache a little more positively, And you have a little more days to live.

We want instant lunch, instant cure, instant miracles, instant salary, instant success— instant everything. This instant civilization, we have obsessed with, has made us grow a tad too impatient in virtually everything about life. And, of course, that doesn’t serve us so well.

I know the struggles. I know the pain. I know the life because I live it too.

And sometimes I do freak out. Sometimes I get offended. I feel anxious, but it’s okay, because it usually goes away.

Life is like a rugby ball. You never know where it bounces next.

Life is not so bad after all when you can breathe.

Something of greater import, I think, is to say I’m blessed in infinitely many ways. But sometimes I just don’t see it.