I’ve been on the roller coaster of emotions the past few weeks, and though I’ve been trying my best to keep my emotions at bay, well, I should say it’s really hard.
I’ve heard from someone long ago that if you really feel lost, then you could go back to where you started. I guess there are a lot of places where I’d really want to go back right now, but of course, it’s impossible. Nostalgia seeps right through me, and as I pray for a miracle to happen, I know I have to do something about my fall. So where should I go back?
The first thing that came to my mind? Books.
I could hardly remember when I started to get fascinated with books. All I can recall is the bliss of being able to travel to another world through printed words. I read my history textbooks, read comprehension books and Reader’s Digest until I started reading fiction. I wasn’t exactly the nerd type or the geek kid. I also hang out with my friends, but there are times when I would prefer to just curl up with a good book.
Recently, I’ve been hooked up to YA Lit, and I am astounded to learn that youth problems nowadays seemed much more complicated than what I have at least ten years ago. All I had before was complete paranoia. But then, what do I know? Maybe my reality back then was completely out of reach.