Chapter 68 Frustration And Defiance

• As I sat in my room, Mrs. George's words echoed in my mind like a familiar melody. She often spoke of God's grand design, likening Him to an artist painting the world's canvas and crafting the intricate scripts of our lives. Her wisdom, once just a comforting saying, now held a profound truth.
• I gazed at the table clock, observing the relentless movement of its hands, each transition seamless yet purposeful. They danced through the numbers, unfazed by the passage of time, urging the others to follow suit. It struck me then, the clock's lesson in resilience and adaptability.
• Life, I mused, is not inherently strange; it is we who are peculiar and perplexing. We stumble through its cycles, often too inexperienced to comprehend its rhythm.