Posted at 02:19 AM
I just got home from a dinner date with Waffy. I enjoy being with him probably because he doesn't complain when I request that we drop by bookstores such as Fully Booked, Powerbooks, A Different Bookstore, National Bookstore, or even Book Sale. Or, he never complains at all. He just nods his head and off we go to my second home. I love the sight of books. It's not the reading. In fact, I'm a self-confessed frustrated bookworm. The sight of books just give me a high. A sense of relief that there's an escape from the horrors of the world by devouring a good book. If most people like to read, I love to see piles and piles of books perfectly lined up on their shelves arranged according to subject, author, and title. There's something about the sight of books that makes me hope that one day I shall have the will to buy dozens of books and read them to my heart's content. Unfortunately, The Da Vinci Book is probably the only book I've read from cover to cover - or maybe I even skipped some pages without realizing. I've finished several books, but I often find myself skipping the boring parts. Maybe it's something innate. I skip the bad parts - like how I try to avoid the bad events in my life. When I get angry, upset, or stressed, I try to shun the feeling so I wouldn't have to admit to my sensitivity. It usually works for me, but only for a short period of time. After which, I go back to my old self - full of angst and anger. I want an escape from the dreadful situations that life presents me and books are the best form of evasion. But then again I know that there's no escape thus, my frustration as a bookworm. I can't really break away from the long dreadful journey called life. It's something I just can flee from, it's something I have to face because in reality there's no turning back; there's no such thing as going back to the pages you skip. But there are only new pages, new lines, new paragraphs to look forward to. Maybe one day I'll be able to face the world without avoiding the bad parts and moving on only to the good parts just as I will be able to read beautiful thick books without skipping the lovely pages. Because I've come to realize that for every page I skip and for each time I pass the chance to read a book, I miss out on the parts that I don't like - the parts where I learn the most, the parts that teach me how to move on.
