“A dispassionate white sun shone at the summit of the sky.
I wanted to hone myself on it till I grew saintly and thin and essential
as the blade of a knife.” - Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
Oddly, I've found the most inspiring quote in the most depressing book of our time,
The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath. It struck me with its accurate depiction of self-improvement, sharpening one self like a knife. And that can be done only by friction with hard and
tough things. This encourages me to accept challenges with a goal to improve and sharpen myself more further.
Thank you!
