I never, willingly, read books. Only when it’s required for the class I’m taking. In the 8th grade, I was in an advanced reading/language class. One of the books that we were required to read was The Five People You Meet In Heaven by Mitch Albom. At first I didn’t think anything about the book. Just that, “Shiiiit, I have to read this. I hate reading. This is gonna be stupid.” No. Nope. I was hooked on the book. This was and is only the book where I cried while reading. Here I am, in the 8th grade, emotionally scarred while reading this. I swear this book has made such a tremendous impact on my life. The way I viewed life, and people was changed after reading it. Even how I viewed myself. It taught me about hate; how holding a grudge is a terrible thing, it eats you from the inside and out. My God, The Five People You Meet In Heaven is just an amazing book. 4 years later, it’s still relevant to me. I’ve never taken a book so personal and dear to me, but holy shit.
In order to move on, you must understand why you felt what you did and why you no longer need to feel it.
Act my age? What the fuck is that, “act my age”? What do I care how old I am? The Ocean is old as fuck. It will still drown your ass with vigor.