“You get one chance.
You get to do this and that and you don’t even know when it goes from swirling forward and around and around in circles to just a plain cold stop and nothing more. Can you believe it? All this time I’ve spent weighing this and weighing that, worrying about this and worrying about that, living back then and living forward, caring about so-and-so, too, but never living here, here, this moment here. Never even acknowledging that this moment even exists, and it hits me like a live volt through the chest.”
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is what you should tell/ask yourself at this very moment.
This book was the last one I’ve read in 2016. I didn’t like it at first. I didn’t think that it was well-written because it was too real. Too frank. To straight forward. Too common day-to-day stints. It’s like it wasn’t a fiction at all. Later on, I’ve realized that what’s on the book happens everyday, and yes, the world is full of people who are trying to fit in. The world is full of people who want to please the society because that’s how it’s supposed to be. People try their best to fit in without realizing that it really sucks to fit in because we weren’t supposed to always fit in anyway.