let people reintroduce themselves to you, even your closest friends. let them reintroduce their hobbies, dreams, and soul. familiarity shouldn't be a cage. love them for who they are now, not just who they were then.
The kindest thing literature does is remind you that your peculiar little feelings have always existed. Someone, in some century, was equally confused by love, bored by society, tired of performing, and hungry for meaning.
“Oh, you love to read? You should join our book club!”
But you see the problem is I don’t want to be told what to read, because then I automatically don’t want to read it.