I always like to think that I'm a better writer when I'm sad, and I believe it, because all sad people are incredibly creative, something about pain makes us burn with the desire to create, to put something out there in the world and to not let our suffering be in vain.
But other than the usual excruciating force of pain that exists in our lives, another great motivation and inspiration for me to create— to write, are books.
Reading a great story and immersing myself in the world the author has paineted oh-so vividly and following the characters as they go up and down and crash in their journey makes me feel like I'm exploding with emotions and at the same time feeling the life completely sucked out of me.
Amidst the whirlwind of emotions and the sleep deprivation often caused by me wanting to get the end of the book as fast as possible, I get to an emotional state which I trust only writing to get me out of , like it's the only antidote when I'm heavily poisoned with cyanide.
Some may say writing after reading a book is like writing a song after hearing a moving melody, somewhat a plagiarism rather than an act of inspiration(idk,do people actually say that??i think read it somewhere, might just be my imagination ha), but to me reading is the key that unleashes the world of imagination and sensitivity.
In short, I am very much obsessed with reading for as long as I can remember. I hope that this can be an outlet to share my love for books, and the plethora of things I have learned from them, in hopes that more people can feel and learn them too. xx
Side note: I just want to read books all day, by the fire, by the beach, in a cafe that has it’s cute little quirks, reading my heart out. And when my soul gets too tired from feeling and living in all the stories in the pages of the books I read, I take a walk, I watch a movie,I grab lunch with my friends, laugh and cry about the anomalies of life. It’s not a dream, it’s a lifestyle I want to achieve. I want to be in between the crisp pages of the books I read, with my heart burning with passion and warmth, not be in this big city grinding away at a job or a course that I have no whatsoever attachment or desire to affiliate myself to while my insides feel like a hollow empty soul. Reading makes my soul feel alive.
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