Today, I watched the movie Julie & Julia. I don't know if you have ever watched that and whether or not you liked it, but it got me thinking. I'm not really sure how this particular movie evoked the following thoughts, but somehow it did. Why do I spend so much more time thinking about all of the things that make me mad than thinking about all of the things that make me happy? Don't get me wrong, I still think it is important to be true to both your sadness and your anger, but I also think I don't spend enough time focusing on the things I love.
Books. I love books more than most other things in all the world.
Of course, there are logical reasons to love books: http://aragtaghooligan.blogspot.ca/2014/02/why-should-you-read-fiction.html
But there is something more. One of the reasons I love books is because they show me the poetry of our world.
Now, first let me explain what I mean by poetry.
Some things (including poetry) make me feel something that I cannot put into words or comprehend with my mind. I love this feeling. There is something nice about having something that I don't need to comprehend.
Books make me feel this way. They give me a beauty I don't have to question or understand and they help me see it in the rest of the world.
Books make sad stories beautiful.
Books make me believe that bad things can get better and good things can be enjoyed.
Books make things that seem boring to me (like math or science) seem beautiful to me because they are told by other people who love these things and can share this love with me.
They ignite a passion within me that allows me to resist apathy. When I say I wish all the world could learn to love reading, what I really mean is I wish they could become passionate about the world because that is what reading does for me.
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