Books… Are they not marvellous things? So small, yet capable of giving us hour upon hours of entertainment on their own without the help of any computer or TV screen. Not to mention how they inspire thoughts, musings and dreams… Some books never leave me, though I finished reading them years ago, I still carry them in my heart, and at random moments, I will take them out of my book-case (which is packed, btw) to re-read them, and fall in love with them all over again.
Books makes me believe that I can do something more with my life, that I can become something, they inspire my hopes and dreams, and give me goals.
I sometimes wish everyone shared my love for books, that everyone could learn to appreciate them as I do, but then I realize that it would not be a good thing. For who would then write the books? Who would print them, and who would sell them? And who would challenge my mind if everyone was like me?
When I meet someone, I like to try and see the world from their point of view, just like I would read a book from the main character’s point of view. I like to try and understand them, to see what motivates and drives them. I like reading articles written not only by people who think like me, but people with different priorities, because it challenges me to look closer at my own priorities and to try and understand theirs. But if everyone was like me, meeting new people would be very boring. And quite frankly, the world would stop, because I have no interest in large parts of it. For example, we would all walk around in comfortable clothes, no one would bother with sports, and we’d all have a serious coffee and tea addiction. No, the world would not survive more than one of me.
On a brighter note, I am going to one of my favourite places in the world today, the library. Now, this library could do with some changes, it is far too open for my taste, there’s not enough corners or comfortable places where one can hide away with a good book, also there is far too much noise, too many children playing loud games, because as much as I love children, I prefer them to be quiet when I want to read, but I don’t care about all of that. The library has books, thousands and thousands of unexplored worlds, and that’s all I require to feel comfortable and happy. Not to mention the fact that I am lucky enough to get paid for being there. Sure, I have to put books back in their place upon the shelves, being a librarian and all, but that is but a great opportunity to get to know them.
Now, I could write about this for hours, I could tell you about my dreams of opening up a book-café, and I could tell you about my dream house where I would have a library full of books and comfortable chairs in front of a fire-place, but I’m going to stop now. Instead, I would like to hear about your favourite place in the world. Where is it? What makes it so special to you? Is it the atmosphere? Or is it wonderful memories that makes you seek back to that place?