Bibliophile

I am always trying to relate real-life scenarios to the life described between pages.

Every single detail in a book is symbolic and significant, from the details of the character’s appearances to the expressions to the outfit they seem to normally wear, it’s like every small detail is crucial to make the book seem complete.

This makes me wonder, do we take account of this in the actual world? Do we try to memorize the face lines of our loved ones? Do we account for the unsaid words spoken through expressions? Are our lives truly a series of details, one after another?

Maybe it’s not and that’s why literature exists, to show us the other dimensions and perspectives, but it’s quite a cruel experience for a reader to not be able to be understood by a non-reader (whose ratio of existence, over the readers, is relatively high). How do you begin to explain someone the reason why you’re paying them rapt attention is because you’re trying to figure them out in a literature POV? You just can’t.

I love details, especially the symbolism they hold, but unfortunately, they aren’t as relevant to most, otherwise, the world would’ve been a much more poetic place not the chaotic mess as it is.

The older I grow, reality takes an even more harsh turn, it seems that the magic and imagination of a child has no place in an adult world, but with books that can change. In my big age, I still get giddy and happy when I read a really good book and I desperately try to not change this fact about myself, even with reality threatening my view, it’s a cruel thing to be existing and not living.

Sometimes I wish I could stop growing, I want time to hold still when I picture myself drowning in my favorite melodies, I want to live immortally within pages just like my favorite characters, I want to capture moments and have them sealed in words just like how the authors do. I don’t want to live a bleak life, the life that we’re all meant to have. Even in writing, I can see how futile it is to wish on dreams.

It doesn’t have to remain unrequited though. As cringe as this sounds, the actual magic lies within yourself, you can choose to remain a pessimist or you can choose to believe that the extraordinary does exist, even if it’s only in your mind.

My basic premise is that don’t stop looking for the details, don’t stop being deep just because everyone else is shallow, don’t give up on the things that make you happy, don’t stop living.