What book helped you find peace with yourself and the apparent meaningless of life? I feel as if I am on a constant search for books that give me the answers to life, the universe, and everything on a silver platter but of course my high expectations always leave me feeling unsatisfied. Perhaps there are no answers to be found really. Maybe all we can do is make peace with it. In the book The Brothers Karamazov, Ivan is going through a similar crisis but says “Though I do not believe in the order of things, still the sticky little leaves that come out in the spring are dear to me, the blue sky is dear to me, some people are dear to me, whom one loves sometimes, would you believe it, without even knowing why; some human deeds are dear to me, which one has perhaps long ceased believing in, but still honors with one's heart, out of old habit.” Those little moments are things I now also cling to and give me some meaning. Regardless, just throwing this question out there in case anyone has any book suggestions that may be helpful. I prefer fiction but am open to any genre.
by Rare_Square48