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I believe in books

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I made a walk to my favourite library today, because I was feeling sad. I told you about it before, it’s a wonderful place where they sell books and movies nobody has heard about and tea.
I was searching for Never let me go. I didn’t find it. I have it on PDF, but I like reading books, better. Reading on your phone or iPad is different. You’re not so involved anymore.
I like to spend time there. It’s peaceful and there’s nice music playing in the background, and nobody bothers you. And I kept thinking, we speak of this world so much, name it hopeless. The pessimists. But how can we not believe in a world where books are still so powerful? Think that right now, some kid is writing his next novel. Stories are being created, words are being put down on white. This is not a hopeless or forgotten world. Because if there’s one thing I believe in, that’s books. And literature. You have as many lives, as books you read. Maybe the readers will slowly go extinct, but I doubt it. The power of the written word is as strong as ever and no force on this earth can corrupt it.

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Little of our time.

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It is said that highschool is the best part of our lives; that it doesn’t get any better than that. I hopefully believe they are wrong. Whoever said that had obviously never attended one. At least not one like mine. I am sure that the memories we live as highschool students are unique and worth to be cherished years after that, butI wouldn’t call it ” the best “. Why? Well, highschool is a really tough period. You deal with spoiled kids and bored teachers that are unable to entertain themselves, and therefore unable to interest the kids. Of course, the friendships you make may distress you for a little while and some even meet their first love. However these four years are difficult. The stress can sometimes get overwhelming, you go through sadness and anxiety. At least I do, sometimes. That doesn’t mean I don’t cherish highschool. I want to remember it as the sweet time when weekends were always busy, when everything was fun and easy, when I was antisocial, when I met my bestfriends, when I still had hope.

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