Syramiv1

There are some books that you don’t come back from. Books that you spend, what feels like, years with. Books you grow with. East of Eden was by my side for over a month. I didn’t want to just pass by these words; I wanted to live with them. I found Cal’s story pulling me back to when I was younger. I always wanted to be the best daughter, the best older sister, but I was flawed. I was filled with anger, jealousy, and I asked God constantly, why isn’t life easier for me? The badness in me was suffocating. I wanted to cut it out of me. I wanted to be someone who deserved to be loved. It took a while to see that I had a choice - to try to be a good person or allow the hurt in my life to control me and further distance myself from love. It’s nice to know I don’t have to be perfect. Love never asks for perfection. Steinbeck, thank you for another book that will never leave my heart.

“Oh, to love what is lovely, and will not last!”