they are the pages of old
dust flies as each one turns over
memories of the past
that we chose to never revisit
the hottest blue flames
spitting sparks in all directions
the book so hot it falls to the floor
engulfing the world
a fiery ball of fire
pages are written
new memories spilling ink over blank pages
each word a product of the past
both become products of the future
but both are ignored
our dust covered memories are seldom untouched
and the piles of ashes our memories create linger only by the bitter smell of stale smoke that refuses to leave
by exploring the pages that make up our lives
we can create even better memories
There’s nothing quite the same as picking up a good book, losing yourself in it, and letting take you to a new world. I have learned to open my mind to books. That first page, the first few words even, are imperative in enthralling mind. I can normally tell whether or not I will like a book in that moment.
I remember always loving to read. But the first thing I remember having an impact on me is Harry Potter. I was instantly consumed by these books though I was hesitant to read them first. Eventually, after some persuasion from my friends, I picked the first one up. While I remember very little of what I read before (granted I was 10 when I read books 1-4), I remember a vast majority of what I have read since. This moment, I think, was pivotal in shaping who I am as a reader.
I love getting in lost in books. Each time I read I discover something new. I have found that it’s possible to relate in some way to even the tiniest part of a character. Whether it is a choice they make, an inner struggle, or some characteristic, there is something that draws me to them. I have learned so much from reading and identifying with characters because it helps me learn both about myself and the world around me. I can think about things in a new way, even see things in a new way.
I recently finished reading George Orwell’s 1984 for the first time. I loved it. There were several instances throughout where I noticed Winston was beginning to doubt himself. Those around him, even people he thought were the same as him, pushed their ideas onto him. He began to doubt himself, to think he was crazy. This happens all the time. We begin to transition our ideas to those around us even if that is not what is best for us.
Why do we do this?
Because we want to fit in?
Because we don’t want to feel alone?
This idea of doubt isn’t new to me. However, I had never thought about it in this manner before. If we are not thinking for ourselves, we are not being true to ourselves. We should never lose sight of who we are.
I love to read, and I will continue to read because it opens doors, expands our minds. Reading has helped define me and shape me into the person I am today.