when breath becomes air

i genuinely love this book, so so much. i think this is a beautiful piece of art and literature. the book is submerged in beautiful prose, and i felt so much love and empathy reading it all at the same time.

i think one of the questions i always wonder about is will i actually be able to accept my death once it comes. as the book calls out, most people, me included, are scared of death. we run away from it, and it scares us, because in the absence of confronting it, we don't have to think about the life we are living and how fragile it is and how things will one day cease to matter. but in reading this book, i think it gives a beautiful and soft introduction into thinking more about your life and what value exists in it.

i think paul, in particular, has such a unique voice, being able to give a philosophical and scientific analysis of why he believe something to be the case. and beyond that, his word economy is just so expanse that so much of what i feel and fear is encapsulated in the words he writes.

every now and then, throughout the day, i think about his words. i think about his writing and the meaning behind it. heck, i just think about the book itself—and i get shivers from it. it's just so beautiful. i can definitely see why people re-read books, because this is definitely worth a re-read.