Eat, Pray, Love

I didn't expect to like "Eat, Pray, Love." I picked it up a few days before a month-long trip, and in my sleep-deprived, angst-ridden, post-Bar-exam state, I was too tired to research something I actually wanted to read. Instead, standing in the airport bookshop, I had a vague recollection that Hillary Clinton had mentioned reading it, and so I threw it in my bag for my travels through Spain.

You know where this is going. I devoured it. Multiple times, actually. Every morning, I would bore everyone with the passages I had read the night before, insisting on reading them out loud. There were so many passages that spoke to me, but one in particular resonates at this moment:

"The Bhagavad Gita - that ancient Indian Yogic text - says that it is better to live your own destiny imperfectly than to live an imitation of somebody else's life with perfection. So now I have started living my own life. Imperfect and clumsy as it may look, it is resembling me now, thoroughly." Eat Pray Love (Elizabeth Gilbert)

Could there be a higher goal than that?