Saturday 4 August 2012

Connection

I didn't write anything yesterday because I couldn't. And I didn't want to try. Don't get me wrong: I wanted to write something. In fact, I wanted to write about Esther. But now, I won't write about her. I don't know if it's because I don't want to, I can't, or I feel I'm not 'worthy' to write about her.* Maybe it's all three of them.

Lately, I've been reading a lot. Reading could be one of the best things in the world. You get to delve into a new world that was created by someone you don't know at all. Yet, you feel a sort of connection with the author. Sure, sometimes the connection is stronger with some authors than others, depending on the story an how much you liked it, but I think it always exists.

The fact that you're reading something that they spent lots of time on and must have reread millions of times is enough to make the connection. You get to see how the author pictures his or her story, and how they expressed that story into words. I don't know. I just find it amazing.

Of course, this connection is a one-way connection**, but it still exists and that fact doesn't make it any less amazing.

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*By not worthy, I mean because I didn't actually know her, and I can talk about her, but I feel it would be hypocritical in a way, since I, well, didn't know her.

**Do people say an one way? No, right? That's odd.

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