The midnight library

I am a slow reader, especially when I trying to reading english book, which may using tones of fancy words I could not understand, so I choose my book to read through the reviews of the public.  and I am very happy and contented to discover this incredible book from Matt Haig for my summer reading this year.When I reading the story of the midnight library, I can only possibly imaging Kristen Bell plays the role if this book will become a movie on the cinema one day, however I am not sure if she can capable to speak the perfect British accent though.  

This book inspiring me in so many ways how I inspect my life, invoking me thinking very hardly how precious the only living I own right now.there are some beautiful quotes from this book, I would like to hight light here, to remind me the wights of living.

"When we want something, which always imply something we lack."

"The only way to learn is to live."

"I have never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude."

"All good things are wild and free."

"Never Underestimate the big importance of small things."

"You can have everything and feel nothing."

"The Paradox of volcanoes  was that they were symbols of destruction but also life.once the lava slows and cools, its solidifies and then break down over time to become soil-rich, fertile soil."

The last, there is a chapter I just love it too much, I also going to share here.

A Thing I Have Learned
(Written By A Nobody Who Has Been Everybody)
It is easy to mourn the lives we aren't living. Easy to wish we'd developed other talents, said yes to different offers. Easy to wish we'd worked harder, loved better, handled our finances more astutely, been more popular, stayed in the band, gone to Australia, said yes to the coffee or done more bloody yoga.
It takes no effort to miss the friends we didn't make and the work we didn't do and the people we didn't marry and the children we didn't have. It is not difficult to see yourself through the lens of other people, and to wish you were all the different kaleidoscopic versions of you they wanted you to be. It is easy to regret, and keep regretting, ad infinitum, until our time runs out.
But it is not the lives we regret not living that are the real problem. It is the regret itself. It's the regret that makes us shrivel and wither and feel like our own and other people's worst enemy.
We can't tell if any of those other versions would have been better or worse. Those lives are happening, it is true, but you are happening as well, and that is the happening we have to focus on.
Of course, we can't visit every place or meet every person or do every job, yet most of what we'd feel in any life is still available.
We don't have to play every game to know what winning feels like.
We don't have to hear every piece of music in the world to understand music. We don't have to have tried every variety of grape from every vineyard to know the pleasure of wine. Love and laughter and fear and pain are universal currencies.
We just have to close our eyes and savour the taste of the drink in front of us and listen to the song as it plays. We are as completely and utterly alive as we are in any other life and have access to the same emotional spectrum.
We only need to be one person.
We only need to feel one existence.
We don't have to do everything in order to be everything, because we are already infinite. While we are alive we always contain a future of multifarious possibility.
So let's be kind to the people in our own existence. Let's occasionally look up from the spot in which we are because, wherever we happen to be standing, the sky above goes on for ever.
Yesterday I knew I had no future, and that it was impossible for me to accept my life as it is now. And though today that same messy life seems just as messy, and I feel the weight of being, something has changed. I have found something within this darkness. Hope. Potential.
The doctor always told me my problem was situational and not clinical. And yet my situation hasn't changed. Neither really has my problem. My depression-prone brain remains. What changed was a chance to feel how every other situation could have been. I could tell you about it, but you would never believe me. All I can tell you is that there is only one thing that has changed. And yet that one thing was everything. I don't want to die any more. I hit rock bottom and found something solid there. I have lived a lot in what feels to you like a single night. I have travelled ten thousand miles from the inconceivable to the feasible. From death to life.
The impossible, I suppose, happens via living.
Will my life be miraculously free from pain, despair, grief, heartbreak, hardship, loneliness, depression? No.
But do I want to live?
Yes. Yes.
A thousand times, yes.