I have read almost all of Rainbow Rowell‘s books, the only one I haven’t finished is Attachments, and when you read Rainbow Rowell, you’ll read whatever she writes.

After recently breaking up with someone, I expected it’d dry my eyes out, but I didn’t cry as much as I did with Fangirl and Eleanor and Park, not that the book wasn’t successful at making me feel so many emotions at once. I believed it helped me put things into a better perspective. There are things worth going over and over again and there are things that happen and ends. And when it ends, you just have to move on.

How does anyone ever know whether love is enough? It’s an idiotic question. Like, if you fall in love, if you’re that lucky, who are you to even ask whether it’s enough to make you happy?”

Wasn’t that the point of life? To find someone to share it with? And if you got that part right, how far wrong could you go? If you were standing next to the person you loved more than everything else, wasn’t everything else just scenery?

Regrets

When I turned 18, I talked to one of my dad’s friends, he asked me, out of the blue, what are my regrets in life. It got me thinking; I was trying to remember things. And when I couldn’t answer he said, “don’t live your life with regrets, never regret anything.” I made it a point since then to try my best not worry too much (which is hard!!!) or regret anything. To this day, it’s probably one of the best advice I’ve ever gotten from someone, and it is uncalled for, mysterious even, made it even better. I used to see him a lot when I was a kid, the last time I saw him before our meeting when I was 18 was probably a decade ago. He passed away after a year we’ve seen each other.

“I’m going to be better.”

We get caught up with life. Procrastinate. Then, we complain about not having enough time when in reality we’re doing nothing. And it stresses us out. We lose things; we lose people, and what’s worse, we lose ourselves. Days goes by quickly, you wake up in the morning with one thing in mind, “going back home to sleep after work,” it’s not living.

Landline is a beautiful book. And if it doesn’t motivate you to get out of bed in the morning simply, then I don’t think anything else can. It’s about relationships. It’s about love. To me, it’s about how to live.

If I had a magic phone that called into past, the first person I’d call would be Milan Kundera. How about you?