Everyone thought the heavens were unfair. The absence of family affection and the taboos of those in power kept King Qin trapped time and again. The truth that people die for wealth just as birds die for food left him physically and mentally exhausted.
Fine, then. All that talk about the heavens being fair, about how opening one door means closing another, was nothing but a lie.
He could only stare at the sky in silence.
He hoped the next life would be better.
Little did he know that all of this was merely the storm that would pass before happiness arrived.
For when Heaven is about to entrust someone with a great task, it first tests their resolve, strains their sinews and bones, starves their body, and reduces them to poverty, frustrating everything they try to do. In this way, it stirs their heart, hardens their nature, and strengthens what they lack.
How can you see a rainbow without weathering the storm? No one succeeds without effort.
