My son, what is it that thou speakest? Why complainest thou thus? Cease, cease, complain no more, consider My Passion, and the passions of My Saints, and thou shalt well see that it is right little that thou sufferest for me.The Imitation of Christ, Book 2, Chapter 19
I wish that I had found this back in January (I found it this morning by opening to random pages in my old school copy of The Imitation). But it still is relevant to my life and yours today. What torture it has been to go to school here, but it is nothing of the suffering of Christ and His Saints. I am leaving anyways, but I might have held on longer if I had had this perspective staring me in the face. Alas, the die is cast.