The Midnight Library

by Matt Haig

Maybe even the most seemingly perfectly intense or worthwhile lives ultimately felt the same. Acres of disappointment and monotony and hurts and rivalries but with flashes of wonder and beauty. Maybe that was the only meaning that mattered. To be the world, witnessing itself.

A very Taoist/Zen perspective. Compare the last sentence to this: “You are an aperture through which the universe is looking at and exploring itself.” — Alan Watts, Still the Mind: An Introduction to Meditation