She reads books as one would breathe air, to fill up and live - Annie Dillard
I’ve always been a fan of reading. For as long as I can remember, especially as a kid, more times than not I would have a book in my hands. Of course, then they were most likely picture books, but that’s beside the point lol. Now my collection has grown astronomically. At my parent’s house if you were to go into my closet you would see a skyscraper of books as soon as you open the door, multiple columns stacked neatly on top of one another. Series after series, bindings staring back at you. While I don’t nearly have as many up here at my apartment, the fondness for those darn little piles of paper is still there. Heck, this week alone I went out to buy one book…one….and came back home with…well…six lol.
There’s just something magical about opening up a new story, flipping the pages one by one, and diving into a whole new world. It’s almost as if you are portal’d through time and space and are there with the characters, witnessing it all first hand as it is playing out right in front of you like a movie on a screen. Maybe this is why we read. We turn to these thin pages with thousands of words on them in moments of darkness because they allow us to feel something. From love, to hate, and everything in between. But what they mostly make us feel is comfort. They engulf us just as a giant blanket would on a cold winter day. Their words are the flame on the candle that provides us with that extra warmth. No matter how different a story is from another, they all have one thing in common - words for what we already know. One could be about hate to love scenario and the other a vampire zombie apocalypse but regardless of the type of story they are portraying, they will always have the same magical words that continuously draw us in and allow us to live a thousand lives.
Maybe this is why I love writing so much because it allows me to create that unique portal. After all, life is like a book. Some chapters are sad. Some happy. Others are exciting or scary. But if we never turn the page then we will never know what the next one has in store for us. The beauty of it all too is that each page is blank and we get to write the story as we go. Life is an open book full of a thousand pages that we haven’t written or read yet, and we are the author. The pen is in our hands, and it is up to us on how to continue our stories. We cant embrace the next and new chapters until we close current ones, and as hard as that may be sometimes (believe me, I am currently battling with this one a bit myself) in order to further our character and self-development we have to take that leap and have faith that the next one could be just as great, if not maybe even better than the last. I like to say a lot that I am an open book. If you ask me a question, chances are that nine times out of ten I’m going to answer it. This last year taught me that some of the best things in life are meant to be shared. Some moments are meant just for us, and not for the whole world to be a part of. Of course, there are always going to be things that I want to share. But there are also always going to be the ones that I don’t. And that’s ok. Not everything in your life is meant for everyone to know. Some books are meant just for your eyes. Ones that you hold close and personal. Sometimes you’ll read back on those times and smile because not only because were they breathtaking and beautiful but because they got you to where you are today. And well, if it weren’t for them you may be in a different part of your story entirely.
Every day is a new page. Every month is a new chapter, and every year is a new series. May your book be a bestseller with adventures to tell, lessons to learn, and good moments to remember.
Here is to our new pages, chapters, and series. It’s gonna be one hell of a story.
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