Books and Journals

Books and Journals

October 28, 2014

No sweat, no heat and not frigid. It's these kind of days where it's perfect to sit down and read a book. Relaxation seems to be present in months of October and November. It has the perfect atmosphere of a calm and an empty mind. No stress or worries.

Books are really important to me. I remember I'd go to second hand bookstores and look not for something to read, but to discover who owned those books. I've seen letter, notes, and reviews at the first or last pages. There are also tag prices stuck on the front cover with different currencies. We also bought a book that had a withered flower slid in one the pages. These books has been through a lot and I find it amazing how it survived for years. These are not just papers held together by a spine, but a reminisce.

I once entered my brother's room, and I saw a stack of old books lying under the bedside table. Sure enough, curiosity got the better of me and opened one by one trying to look for an interesting one. So far at that day,  most of it was my dad's text books back when he was still studying and a bunch of scribbled papers.

There was this this worn out peculiar book I found. I read the title which said "The Bookshelf For Boys And Girls - Volume IX, Great events and Famous people." I was intrigued by it and started to read it. It contained stories and biographies of really amazing people who contributed a lot for the society like Helen Keller, St. Joan of Arc and Galileo Galilee.

I asked my brother where'd he get it. He told me it was from my uncle's old house. I haven't been there for a long time, I think the last was December of 2012 and it was only less than how many hours I stayed there. Furthermore, he said it belongs to my aunt. (P.S. I think he didn't ask for permission to get it.) She is currently working in the Middle East, and she was annulled with my uncle so I don't really have time to ask her where'd she got the book or who bought it.

I still wonder who owns that book. I am happy though it went into my hands.

Writing is a very important thing to me. Like what I said, I'm not good at it. Though I do believe that it can heal in many different ways. I write a lot of random thoughts until I run out of them my mind just becomes blank. When all its creativity runs out into one work. Isn't that that's how we are designed to be?

P.S. I wrote this yesterday and posted it here. It was on a separate blog yesterday. :)