Today I got a package with books I had ordered on the Internet. It was a joyful moment that made me smile all day.I am already imagining the sweet moments that I will spend with my new possessions.
To have personal time that I spend reading is an important part of my life. These hours give me time to be with myself, my thoughts and someone else's inspiration. My imagination needs these moments of wild dancing with the images in order to create new ones, to wake up the creativity.
Holding a new book is a very precious moment. It is like your birthday many times in the year.
A book is celebration of creativity, a feast of self expression. Reading is one-time adventure (the re-reading is never the same with the first time). What I find especially charming and personal in a book I find is that you in many ways get into some else's head; someone that is ready to share his/hers inner world and hopes to inspire you; someone that has created a whole new world just for you.
The humanity does not know more personal or effective way for self-expression than art. It takes a lot of courage to put yourself to the world. Creating a piece takes a piece of your soul. This private communication with the author, along with the vivid images of the characters, who have their own life and the wild joy of unleashing you imagination makes the hours spent reading even more precious. It is a way of achieving freedom that one can not have in the reality, it is a path to immortality. In no other way you can live countless times with countess names and destinies in a lifetime.
