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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Elizabeth and her German Garden by Marie Annette Beauchamp: when those she loves suffer. She believes that it is our lot,
and that it braces us and does us good, and she <150> would shield
no one from even unnecessary pain; she weeps with the sufferer,
but is convinced it is all for the best. Well, let her continue
in her dreary beliefs; she has no garden to teach her the beauty and
the happiness of holiness, nor does she in the least desire to possess one;
her convictions have the sad gray colouring of the dingy streets
and houses she lives amongst--the sad colour of humanity in masses.
Submission to what people call their "lot" is simply ignoble.
If your lot makes you cry and be wretched, get rid of it and take another;
strike out for yourself; don't listen to the shrieks of your relations,
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