If there’s one thing I could change if I went back in time it would be something you wouldn’t normally expect. Most people would look back to change a decision they’d made, to change the outcome of a certain situation or to regain an opportunity lost in time. These decisions usually change the nature of past and future because you want something to go your way instead of another. Maybe that is why a time machine just shouldn’t exist because of our inherent and selfish flaw to get what is best for us.
For me however, it is the missed opportunity to learn more about the world around me. It is the lost time that could have been spent reading the great minds of the past. What I am describing of course is the power of reading, the power of books.
Books were never cool when I was young. Stupid as I, and a lot of teenagers out there were, that’s all we wanted to be. Cool. So that’s what drove us, and when you have such a strong influence from the peers around you, you lose yourself and who you are to fit the social circle. Taking a step back I loved to read as a child, growing up with classics such as The Very Hungry Caterpillar, Possum Magic and The Rainbow Fish just to name a few. But the passion to read on and fill my imagination dwindled as time passed. I guess it’s not entirely fair to say that I stopped because it was uncool but I’ll stick with that for now.
Moving forward, books are now a big part of my life. Just like how some people forget their headphones at home and go crazy for the day, I also feel the same about my novels. It’s like an old friend that I’ve once again discovered, taking me to places that only a paper back along with my human imagination can take me.
Oh and P.S I have to confess something ~ There was a time that i was so taken in by a novel that I walked right off the train at the wrong stop. With a half an hour wait till the next train, there was nothing else to do but to continue reading on, undeterred by what had just happened.
Thanks for reading!