Stuffing away our problems can be likened to stuffing a corpse in the closet. You can hope that it will go away on its own. But even if we never open up the door to peer into that which we wish to forget, the stink will fester into an intolerable aroma, deeply disturbing us and those we love as time goes on- leaving us with no choice but to face and pick up the scattered bones. There seems to be no other way around it. One can only hope that the pungency of our “hidden” troubles does not overpower the love in the people we cherish the most. Regardless, every man must rest assure that whether he confronts his problem with a multitude or in solitude, his success depends on his reliance of the Divine Light within.