Sunday, November 1, 2015

Life is like a book

Soooooo

Hi~

I'm reading an inspirational article and I came across something I wanted to share. First, can I just say that sometimes when I walk into the self-improvement section of a bookstore I start to get really self-conscious lol But in libraries I don't. Isn't that weird!? What's even stranger is that no one is around lol I guess it's similar to purchasing feminine products for the first time xD I probably need to browse the self-improvement section often.

Back to the article I read!

There was this statement:

"Let today be the day you stop being haunted by the ghosts from your past.  What happened in the past is just one chapter in your story; don’t close the book, just turn the page."

I instantly thought "I agree!!"

Because I love reading, this rang as a very interesting statement. When I'm reading a book, if something sad happens to a character, I'm much more interested in knowing what good will happen to them, or will the story will take them. I'll never know if I keep reading the same part again and again, but as I progress through the chapters. The whole story makes sense, or the character has grown once I've gotten to the end....that is...if the author even cared lol

I've also been thinking a bit about how small I am in comparison to the rest of the universe. That's insanely small, but then I get to thinking about things that are small among us here on earth and I don't think those things are unimportant to life, so why should I think that way about myself? Recently a lot of things are quite lovely to me...besides fleas....and hornets, what are their purpose but to cause problems lol Maybe we have some hornets and fleas in life as well, but maybe they're there to help us appreciate them,even if we don't understand them very well. Pest? Definitely. Unworthy of life? Hm...no comment lol (I don't like fleas, just recently dealt with a flea infestation)

The thing is that I have a positive view on things, it's just I don't want to become too much of a dreamer. Growing up, I've always been very right brained. For example, in elementary (I can't believe I'm telling this story lol) I was a first grader, and I use to like this fifth grader. Everyday during lunch he would ask me for some kind of food from my tray, such as my fries or my dessert, and I'd end up giving him the whole thing rather than a piece of it lol I would still be a bit hungry, but I was happy in some way, yet I would hope he would notice my feelings for him (at that age I had no idea what I was feeling!)

But that's the mind I had as a kid. As I got older, the world started to become a little less bright and a bit more darker, and intimidating. But I think that it helps me to see things in a realistic fashion. I see beauty, but I also know there's the ugly in life as well. I tend to want to just ignore those things rather than accept them, but it doesn't make them disappear.

I think what's tough is...well, I imagine it like this. You are standing on a platform that spins clockwise in a very very slow manner. Now around you are images, and they play out in a linear fashion, kind of like seeing a movie. So when you see a movie for the first time, a lot of things don't make sense, sometimes even when you make it to the end, but it makes more sense than it did in the beginning right?

Each and everything intricate piece is a piece needed for the greater whole. So although it seems dark and dirty and wrong and all this other stuff, it may be used to raise self-awareness to the whole. I mean, if we don't see it, we don't know it exist and it's not a problem.

But each piece is a letter to a word, that is a word to a sentence, that is a sentence to a paragraph, that becomes a page to a chapter, and a chapter to a novel. And if we spend too much time getting caught up in the word, we miss the point, that there is a meaning behind those words. :)

Life, itself isn't complicated, it's the parts that we add to it, the parts we contribute to it, that make it complicated.

Have a great day
Mon :)

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