I reflected after the sobbing —
Isn’t this dark-clouds-enshrouding-the-sky, seemingly-not-a-shred-of-hope-could-be-seen moment, precisely a good opportunity of cultivating great optimism and toughness?
Why did I not treasure this good opportunity of cultivation, but took it as suffering?
Why did I need to think about when these hellish tortures would end?
I should just hold on to one faith: Endure toughly until the last breath of my life!
From then on I talked to myself every day:
“Are you still breathing?”
“Then carry on enduring!”