I found such great solace in this read that it is hard for me to express in words. “Some things in life are too complicated to explain in any language”.
The never-ending debate about whether a book is writerly or readerly will always be there. Did the book happen to suit my situation or did i interpret the book accordingly in my situation? Just like many questions in life, there is no answer. And just like many past events in life, it doesnt really matter.
Life, sometimes, needs victims. Whether or not, one is indeed a victim, is simply a perspective. This perspective may or may not change as time passes by.
The good thing is, “not everything was lost in the flow of time.” Each of us definitely retains something precious and continues to hold on to it close at heart. For the living, just do your best to keep on living, even if your lives arent perfect.
The sun will still rise tomorrow … life continues … it is Monday again. Damn.
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I read this book, and although I need to revisit the world to clearly remember the details, I get this feeling that Tsukuru Tazaki and his pilgrimage to discover the reasons of the sudden estrangement and ultimately, himself has offered me various lessons, especially regarding one’s opinion towards himself or herself.
Just keep moving, keep discovering 🙂