Saturday, November 23, 2019

Thoughts on reading.

We all grew up reading one thing or another. Curriculum books, magazines, newspapers, novels, and whatnot. Reading has been a hobby of civilized people since time immemorial. We all have our favorite fiction characters from comic books or novels.

This joy of reading, sharing books have more or less diminished since the inception of social media. For me, reading a book- any book- is an escape from this chaotic world. I drift into the times where only beauty lies; where people have thirst for knowledge and wisdom. Every character has his/her own unique way to emerge from chaos. 

As Franz Kafka famously said, "Many a book is like a key to innermost chambers within the castle of one's own self". I see reading not as a means to gain knowledge but to lose myself, to undone my soul, to unchain myself from my mind. I find peace between pages, solitude on their edges, and tranquility when I hold it. 

Many people read books as if they are given a task and have to complete it in the given time frame. They make a bucket list and set a target for themselves and in between all this, the essence of reading, the very joy is lost. Read a book not to gain anything but simply to enjoy it. Try to see things with the author's eyes, to understand nature and its ways, to escape into emptiness.

Like many Mystique says " The true way out is in". The true way to know ourselves, our very being is hidden not outside but inside us only and to know the way, find it through the book. 

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