Because there is so much talent in this world.
The Ministry of Love was the really frightening one. There were no windows in it at all. Winston had never been inside the Ministry of Love, nor within half a kilometre of it. It was a place impossible to enter except on official business, and then only by penetrating through a maze of barbed-wire entanglements, steel doors, and hidden machine-gun nests. Even the streets leading up to its outer barriers were roamed by gorilla-faced guards in black uniforms, armed with jointed truncheons.
Dancing through the Mist
Life is not always a clear pathway. Sometimes doubts and uncertainties cloud your path. This is all a part of any journey, the road goes up and down, left and right, it’s normal. Don’t let your fears spoil your days, instead, dance through the mist. Trust your own heart to lead you to where you want to be. The vagueness will dissolve into nothing when the sun rises and you feel positive again. Don’t be fooled by appearances, your intuition is always bursting like the morning sun, eager to lighten your path and to see you always, dancing through the mist.