I apologise for my prolonged absence. A lot has happened in the few months I vanished off the face of this blog. A new year has begun, I'm done with my boards and as a result, school, and lastly, I've turned 18!
Doesn't really make a difference, since I haven't learnt how to drive yet, nor have I gotten myself a Voter ID card. Well, I do intend to make this a summer to remember. I guess I'm a little rusty with my writing, since I haven't written in ages, but I'll try to keep you entertained. As I write this post, I sit beside my sister who's reading 'Lord of The Rings', and opposite my mother, who's working on a presentation and is going crazy over not being able to think of a word to describe something. My fingers itch to reach for 'A Storm of Swords', the third book in the ' A Song of Ice and Fire' series. But I must write, because it's something that I know I'm good at, and shouldn't take for granted.
I remember a conversation I had once with my mom while sitting at a neighbour's house. She was telling me, like she has so many times before, that I have to learn to enjoy my subjects. I was about to reply, saying I loved English, when she said English doesn't really count. It's necessary, of course. It's an advantage. But it doesn't guarantee a future. To say that annoyed me to no end would be an understatement. But I know what she said was true. Where is the future for the ones who love to dream? The ones who have their head in the clouds? What would I do with a degree in English?
Only those who have their heads screwed on tight have a chance of surviving the urban jungle that our world had become. How is it fair?? Shouldn't being different be celebrated? Shouldn't choosing the road less travelled by be appreciated? Shouldn't there be more importance devoted to the arts? To literature? The smell of the pages, the complete absorption in the story, the beauty of the words. My friends mock me. For loving to read. They say what's the point? It's so boring. It's a waste of time. But I don't care. It doesn't matter if you love something that no one gives a damn about. All that matters is that you enjoy it. Don't rub it in anyone else's face. But be happy that you have something that makes you happy.
And when you're happy, you make people around you happy.