"I’m thirty years old and eleven of those years have been wasted. I’m thirty and I still don’t know who I am, and still don’t know what it’s all for. I’ve seen nothing but blood and sweat and filth. I’ve done nothing but wait, wait, and wait some more."
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The Post-Office Girl by Stefan Zweig (via writerinboston)
Stefan Zweig was himself a wunderkind, born into wealth, certainly, as well as almost effortless acclaim. He had published six books and three plays by the time he was thirty-one. All of which I tell you in order to say, simply, shut up Stefan Zweig.
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