Review: I cried
Rating: 5 out of 5
Date: 05 3, 2014
This book will forever haunt my memory as the book the made me cry. I loved the beautiful flow and bend of the phrases in this book, and I'm still trying to convince myself that I'll ever find an explanation for some of the questions this book poses. Why do we love people? Not the kind of on and off crush, but the deep, compassionate love that drives us to sacrifice everything for someone. The kind that causes us to give and give until we're broken and ruined just so that the person we love will have a moment's happiness. Why do we allow ourselves to love? We know we're going to be hurt, even if it's not intentional. If anything happens to them, we're crushed, smothered beyond hope of experiencing any peace ever again, and even a frown on their face throws a devastating blow at our heart. Why do we constantly do things we're ashamed of? I believe everyone wants to be good, but even the right reasons lead us in the wrong directions. What makes something beautiful, it's correctness, or it's imperfections? I personally think it's neither, when someone's singing, and they hit the wrong note, it sounds terrible, but if you see a lovely woman with a scar marking her face, somehow her tragic happenings allow us to feel more connected to her. I think what makes things beautiful isn't flaws or lawlessness, it's feelings. Why are evil people disgusting? They don't feel remorse. Why are kind people amazing? They feel empathy, and act on it. It's our ability to feel and act on our feelings, or not, that makes us beautiful. Finally, and most enigmatic, why do we almost always trust our feelings over our deductions?