Books.

It was last weekend that one of my bestfriends and I had a lengthy discussion about books that made me realize how different of a person we are and what made us mutual (as readers, this time).

Our difference is quite simple. We liked different genre of books the same way none of us is wholefully the same. And our mutualism, is as also as simple as when we find the joy of buying and having books in its physical matter rather than just downloading the free PDFs while we can. We also share some of same refrences of books that we both love that we share the same knowledge when we came across talking about them.

But aside of the difference and mutualisms between us, I thought of how and what books mean to me while waiting for my bestfriend to respond to my chat. Because in the end I know it’s not gonna be about what made us different or what made us the same; it’s gonna be about how the books you read affect you. These are the thoughts of which I’d really love to share with you in this occasion.

I believe that inside everyone lies something I call “the love and crave for books” the way this something in me urged me to read time after time – to come back and search for more.

I believe that what we know will drive us in how we see things, how we react in situations, and how we will choose what we will read next. And those considerations are merely based on what we read and how much we did.

I believe, that what we read will determine how people see us. Different books gives different impressions about people as much as how we chose to buy them.

I like it the way some books gave me that kind feeling where it penetrates into my soul and forces me to think the other way round without having to change what I believe in.

I like it the way some books gave me considerations of how to see my life: as something really funny or really cruel.

I like it the way some books are able to play with my mind and let me forget that I am living in a world full of weariness for a while because I am really drilled into the emotions of the character built by those books.

But most importantly, I buy books and read them whole-heartedly because I believe that I should appreciate the hard work of those people whose ideas are planted in the pages of the books. I would love people in the next generation to appreciate my work the same way I respect these writers now and therefore I should treat fellow writers that way too. You do realize that I put some big belief in karma and those kinds of things, right? Right, of course you do.

Anyway, enough of the bullshits about books already.

Until that time my bestfriend told me that she won’t need expensive things as long as she have books, I shift a little bit of my belief about books myself:

No, books will not be born without hard work, sweat, and imagination nor will they be without the right timing. But above all, books are the fuel to life; the expansion of our horizon. They are what we need in order to understand more about life itself. And if you don’t read, don’t bother trying to impress me because you won’t. –red