One Day We'll All Be Dead And None Of This Will Matter - Scaachi Koul

This is a collection of essays by Scaachi Koul, a second generation Indian-Canadian who talks about her family, travel fears, shopping mishaps, her online meltdowns, etc.  It's a lighthearted book and funny, though some of the content can be a little more difficult for me to relate to.  At the same time, some things are translatable, like her Indian heritage and the cultural expectations that remain.

I did identify with two quotes, below.

"I was doing great.  But when you start to feel morally superior, it's natural to start thinking about people who don't have your perseverance.  People who don't try as hard as you.  People who are not as capable.  People you are still mad at for fucking up so royally.  I quietly dedicated my first sober week of the year to thinking about how much better I was than Jeff.  I'm doing it, why couldn't you?  As if getting sober was merely a case of mind over matter.  And the matter wasn't an addictive and readily available substance.  Or wasn't masking some deeper hurt he felt that he never let me see.  Intellectually I knew it wasn't the same thing.  Self servingly comparing my four weeks of abstinence to the trials of a struggling, possible alcoholic.  But try telling me that as I gleefully bought fresh organic vegetables and let them rot in the fridge while I licked cherry fun dip off my sticky fingers."


"But the only way to do better, to have better, is to lose pieces of what was.  It's inevitable that you can't bring everything with you, like carrying water in your cupped hands from one river to another.  There are too many cracks, and if you are so eager to move, you just have to get used to new water."

These were pretty profound musings on change.

It was a pretty good book.