So, in my last ‘Gratitude’ post, I said my hope was for the book to inspire me to be and show more gratitude towards others. It certainly got me to think a little more, but I think moreover I gained a sense of seeing and appreciating certain things in a new way, as well as the reassurance that someone out there had a similar sense of thinking as I do. I know, this is way too vague and has strong “what are you talking about” vibes, I’m trying my best to not give too much away, so please bear with me and hear me out.
The four essays that make up this book each have their own topics, but they’re set in different stages of growing up and are about living a meaningful life. Sure, there are plenty of books like that usually in the YA section of bookstores, but I’m not a ‘young adult’ anymore. I’m thirty years old and starting to think about getting older, my fears and desires of it, and currently going through a burst of excitement of no longer being in my 20s (although I very much continue to be young at heart). The author sheds light on the beauty, realities, and blessings of getting older. I wrote down some excerpts from the book for myself because I learned that through the struggles, sadness, and scary times, on the other side awaits fresh air, the love I’ve been missing, and perpetual deepening of gratitude to it all. I owe it to the older, maybe a granny, wrinkled-skin me in the future to keep going and give her a chance to live. I’ve made it this far, right?
I would read this book one more time in the future if/when our paths cross again.