Why I recommend this — 4 years ago
Never have I forgotten myself so thoroughly than I did while reading Siddhartha – especially in the final chapter, for a brief moment I forgot everything about myself, and when I happened to look into the mirror shortly after finishing the book, at first I didn’t recognise my face. This has never happened before, it was as if I was faced with a complete stranger. The feeling was… indescribable, yet wonderful. The ending was so powerful that it left me with a feeling of an inner glow, some sort of peace and serenity, the certainty that everything will be alright in the end.
At times I could find myself in that Siddhartha who was still searching for enlightenment – all the descriptions of people going on about their ordinary lives, without worries of their existence; the inability to fully understand their world; the newfound love for the world and finally seeing all of its colours, I could relate to all of those and sometimes it was so painful.
Especially painful was the chapter named as “Samsara”, in which Siddhartha immerses himself in carnal pleasures and becomes nearly obsessed with material possessions. The change in him is so thorough, so huge that I almost felt physical pain and such sadness that I wanted to skip the chapter altogether and pretend none of it ever happened.
I MUST get a copy of this book for myself, why don’t I have it already, and why did it take me this long to read Siddhartha? I’m not a religious person, but this book truly affected me.