May mga bagay na gusto nating sabihin pero hindi natin magawa. May mga pakiramdam na gusto nating ipaliwanag pero wala namang makikinig. May mga salitang paulit-ulit na umiikot sa isip natin hanggang sa kahit tayo na mismo, malimutan na 'yon. Natatambak sila na parang mga basura. Naiipon, naiipon, naiipon hanggang sa mapuno na ang tambakan at mag-leak na ang amoy. Mag-leak na ang emosyon. Mag-leak na ang lahat ng mga bagay na naiwang nakabaon na parang basura sa ilalim ng reyalidad natin ngayon.
At 'yon ang dahilan kung bakit habang buhay akong mamamangha sa pagbabasa.
May isang taong ilang beses akong tinanong kung hindi ba ako napapagod magbasa.
Ang palagi kong sagot, hindi. Hinding-hindi.
Tapos iisa pa siya, bakit?
Tatawa naman ako. Kasi nakakatakas ako.
All this time, I indulge myself in reading because I want to escape. I want to get away from the life I have. From the place where I am. From the reality I have. From the scrutiny and judging eyes of the society.
I just want to escape.
But now, after reading tons of stories, if someone's gonna ask me why I am reading, my answer will be different.
My answer will be, because there are things I could not put into words. There are things I could not express. There are things I could not feel.
And reading, reading gives me all of those. There are people who knows how to pluck the right words and string them together to weave a wonderful story.
Some stories ends happily. Some stories ends hastily. Some stories ends in a tragedy. But all stories, fiction or not, has the thoughts, feelings and words of someone who knows exactly what I'm going through.
And that's why I read.
BINABASA MO ANG
Random Blabbings
Non-Fictionblab (v.) - to say something that was supposed to be kept secret - to talk too much let's get this mess started.
