It’s Friday and there’s no reason not to be happy and relaxed because it’s another leisure weekend to put your feet up, soak in a bath tub, or shop, or eat at one of the latest eateries in town or whatever.
Reading is one of my favourite things to do. It’s often cited that people read to escape reality, to find reason for hope, to find strength. A good novel is described as a time machine, that puts you in the minds and bodies of fascinating people, a transporter that lets you travel to different worlds, an exploration of love and death, sex and romance, hopelessness and despair, seedy underworlds and fairy lands. Through stories of values realised, of wrongs righted, books can bring connection to the wonders of life, how life can and ought to be lived.
Sometimes you may even fall in love with the characters. They grow on you. And as you read, you start to feel what they feel. And when you’re done, you’re never the same, something in you has changed. Something in the way you think and the way you choose. But it all comes down to the state you go to after you finished a book. The after-feeling. But sometimes you feel left alone by that world you were in. It makes you sad because you were in this other world and then you have to say goodbye when you read the last page.
Sometimes we expect too much in life and that’s okay and we will have little rubs of disappointments but it’s also in our nature to turn to another choice, and we make a second better, we find comfort in something else. It is said that one of the most difficult things to think about in life is one’s regrets. If something happens to you and you did the wrong thing or did not do anything, for years afterwards you will wish you had done something different.
Do you ever notice that when things go wrong, they usually go on getting worse but when things start going right, they often go on getting better and better. I like to believe that.
Have a great weekend!