Matthew Cao

“How much of life have I missed, he wondered, simply by failing to look?”
― Irvin D. Yalom, When Nietzsche Wept

“Before, it was different-I was different. The sap of the earth enriched my own; the blood of the world flowed in my veins. I loved my steady, faithful cus- tomers.... To glimpse even a fleeting smile on a sad face was for me the most beautiful reward: I had to make an effort to contain my foolish tears. And God in all this? You want to hear the truth? It happened that He would touch me, on the shoulder, as if to remind me: See, Berish-I exist-I, too, exist! Then I would give Him something just to make Him happy. . . .”
― Elie Weisel, Night