Have you ever had a moment, a moment when the whole world seems to make sense, only for a moment but a moment all the same? Because I seem to have them all the time. A moment when I feel like I understand just a little bit more about time, life, the world. Maybe I'm just weird or it's how my brain is wired or something but it is probably the greatest feeling in the world. So anyway the thing that prompted this question was because I had another one of these moments today. I was talking with a friend and they mentioned how they hated when an author that they enjoyed reading was dead. And we'll I was struck with one of these moments and this is what I said.
But I mean the fact that these stories, from these writers who got started by having their stories published in the news paper, are now printed in books by the millions, read by thousands each day, so many years later. Just that sense of wonder and awe, it just can't be topped by anything. I mean if that isn't amazing I don't know what is. Anyone can get published. Anyone can write a book. But not everyone can say that 50 or more years after their death people will still remember their name, people still will be reading their words. A tv show can be canceled but the book only ends when you want it to. A tv show you sit and let it tell you everything. What everything looks like, you play no part in it. But with a book it is so very different. With a book you create the characters. The author doesn't bring them to life, the reader does. All the author does is plant an idea, give a little guidance along the way. But in the end the reader decides when the story ends. The reader can continue the story in their mind, bring the characters out of the book and into their own lives. That is what is so beautiful about stories. They can't be contained on paper between two covers. They are living breathing things, just like us.
So that is my lovely thought for the day. Until next time, this is Runningforever.
