Book clubs only exists when 2 or more are reading the same book. Discussing the contents, ideas, themes, forms, and meanings, written on the pages.

There comes a time in life when one realizes their reading genre has changed and others in your club have also changed. You no longer reside in the same book rows, and wonder if you are even in the same library.

It’s during this realization that you no longer have much in common and conversations revolve around the weather and meaningless gibberish. Phone calls begin to feel like spam, ones you no longer answer and begin to block.

Lessons taught by your parents, explaining how people you hang with lift you up or take you down, come to mind. Seeing and hearing such strange thoughts make you change paths in search of a higher more meaningful message or calling.

The awakening is sad, but opening of ones eyes only make the vision clearer. It’s like getting glasses after squinting for so long, trying to see. The clear vision brings one out of the fog, into the light!