Something’s wrong with me. That’s the first thing that pop into my head as I’m writing this. So… what’s wrong with me nowadays? The “me” that walks and talks to you might say that there’s nothing wrong but no… not really. As I stare into the bookshelves that have sat in the corner, gathering dust as I left them untouched for a while, it made me realize that there are things that I have left in the past that can be considered …unfinished.
It’s funny how certain things, certain state of a situation, certain arrangements of inanimate objects can actually represent a great deal of things happening in your life. Like the dozens of unfinished books sitting on my bookshelves, I wonder just how many things in my life that I have left unfinished. I grabbed the first two books in which I have intended to finish for quite some times, Inheritance by Christopher Paolini and Paulo Coelho’s Aleph. I decided to finish Aleph first. This is due to the need of identifying with something closer to the real world than the story about the noble dragon. Well, I will save the fantasy genre for my escape from reality later.
As I sit in my living room, listening to the 14 songs on the list that have been set on a loop for a week or so, I read the first forty pages of Paulo Coelho’ s Aleph. I started laughing since Coelho began to say that he was starting to get bored with the routine in his life and that his spirituality is basically wavering (I was identifying myself with this particular feeling). Then his “guru” friend, J., said that he needs to get out. So he did. Long story short, in the forty pages, there was a beginning of a journey of finding, generally speaking, “inner peace”. Mainly in one’s self. Then, he was comparing his experiences in his life with Chinese Bamboo. Chinese Bamboo takes five years to mature, in the first five, the plant is but a mere soot, but in the final stage it suddenly grows into several feet tall. So, that could be it. His life may feel stuck but it secretly built strong roots underneath and suddenly it will just spring up from the ground suddenly. I thought that was a really cool metaphor. (Yeah, you really have your way with life’s metaphor, Coelho. I’m jealous…) First forty pages… now I can’t wait to read the rest. In the end, I have gained my interest back. Thanks, Coelho.
Maybe that’s it, isn’t it? Maybe the reason why I have left things unfinished is because I wasn’t interested enough to continue. Just like books, I need to take it slow, I guess. Gaining back interest is like trying to convince yourself that the ocean is orange and clouds are cotton candy. It takes a great deal of will to believe. It may sound selfish and plain egotistical to say that I need to be interested in things to finish them. Well, It’s my life. I have the right to be selfish, at least in this particular area of my life. People are selfish anyway. The act of unselfishness and altruism comes with taught moral principle, so I don’t think it is natural. But, in this case, what I mean by finishing is not just getting things done and accomplishing things. What I’m trying to say is that I need to relish every single things that I’m doing in my life. I don’t think reading fast is a great accomplishment. I mean, to really understand the things you’ve read takes time. It goes to the things you do in life. Badabing, badaboom! An epiphany…
I need to build my roots seriously. I may have been ambitious. I need to get those ambition back. Who cares what others think of me. It’s me. Me. God help me… I have been blind. I have been staring at my own reflection. Unfinished books…
You can’t just live and pass by your life by merely shitting, sleeping, and eating, of course. I guess Oscar Wilde is right “To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.”
I surrender then, o mighty writers, your words have woken the sleeping tiger.
Now let’s just hope that this cynicism won’t let me down again. I still have a long way to go.