Between life and death there is a library containing books representing all the different lives one could have lived and choices they could have made. The main character enters this library and is able to live out alternate life paths in an attempt to undo her regrets. She ultimately realizes that while every life contains both good and bad, the best option is to accept the life you have and live it to the fullest rather than constantly wishing it was different or comparing yourself to others.
Between life and death there is a library containing books representing all the different lives one could have lived and choices they could have made. The main character enters this library and is able to live out alternate life paths in an attempt to undo her regrets. She ultimately realizes that while every life contains both good and bad, the best option is to accept the life you have and live it to the fullest rather than constantly wishing it was different or comparing yourself to others.
Between life and death there is a library containing books representing all the different lives one could have lived and choices they could have made. The main character enters this library and is able to live out alternate life paths in an attempt to undo her regrets. She ultimately realizes that while every life contains both good and bad, the best option is to accept the life you have and live it to the fullest rather than constantly wishing it was different or comparing yourself to others.
"Between life and death there is a library," she said. "And within that library, the shelves go on for ever. Every book provides a chance to try another life you could have lived. To see how things would be different if you had made other choices... Would you have done anything different, if you had the chance to undo your regrets?" This was not the life she imagined it to be. If you aim to be something you are not, you will always fail. Aim to be you. Aim to look and act and think like you. Aim to be the truest version of you.' And it became astoundingly c l e a r t o h e r, nally, in that moment: She didn't want to die. fi Maybe that's what all lives were though. Maybe even the most seemingly perfectly intense or worthwhile lives ultimately felt the same. Acres of disappointment and monotony and hurts and rivalries but with ashes of wonder and beauty. Maybe that was the only meaning that mattered. fl I just don’t understand life,’ sulked Nora.
‘You don’t have to
understand life. You just have to live it.’ "This is the best life," she told herself, a little desperately now. "This is the best life. I am staying here. This is the best life for me. This is the best life. This is the best life." But she knew she didn't have long. Maybe there are no easy paths. There are just paths. And we spend so much time wishing our lives were different, comparing ourselves to other people and other versions of ourselves, when really most lives contain degrees of good and degrees of bad. At one minute and twenty-seven seconds after midnight, Nora Seed marked her emergence back into life by vomiting all over her duvet. Alive, but hardly. Maybe she could turn it into a proper song and put it out there online. Maybe she would write more songs. Or maybe she would save up and apply for a Master’s. Or maybe she would do both. Who knew?