A BOOK IN WORLD OF HUMANS
It's so funny I always wanted to be like books, "No complaints, no demands." Books, just doing their thing and making everybody around them happy, connecting with strangers. I like to see myself as a book. You know with an obvious cover looking like a human. A more attractive one. I didn't use attractive word for flattery, I used it because I do realise that even in this progressive society a fair girl is still a more attractive look. So hopefully without hurting anybody's feelings let me continue with my analogy. So I am imagining myself as a book among many books in this library called the world. Now obviously people are looking, someone liked me, started reading me but to find out that I am not for them, some didn't even like to interact with me because my cover was not attractive enough for them. Now there were very few interactions that proved to be meaningful. Those were the people who matter. They picked me up, opened me, read me, liked some parts, some not. They fell in love with me, some didn't like me. Now I know being a book, I can't love back but let's just assume I did. Now I am a human with all the good qualities of a book. I just want the people I like and love to spend some good times with me. Stay with me forever. But there are some really challenging parts of being a book human.
1. You can't bear when your loved ones leave you behind in this world.
2. You don't complain or demand, but others do and because you want to make them happy, you modulate.
3. Now you are a comfort to them and changes in you will not do it.
4. You cannot add new pages that they agree to.
5. You either stay with humans you love by becoming their comfort book or you leave to write more pages and meet more people and stay the same till you don't want to make changes that they agree to.
I recently realised that I became a book like I wanted to but forgot that at last only humans are gonna read me. I am not in a world of books. Just a small book shelf with happy books doing their thing, staying together, telling each other stories.
I had one book in my life, my LIFE- My Mother. We shared that book shelf and she is a better book than I am. But then someone shredded her and left me all alone in this human world. Not loving it really.
1. You can't bear when your loved ones leave you behind in this world.
2. You don't complain or demand, but others do and because you want to make them happy, you modulate.
3. Now you are a comfort to them and changes in you will not do it.
4. You cannot add new pages that they agree to.
5. You either stay with humans you love by becoming their comfort book or you leave to write more pages and meet more people and stay the same till you don't want to make changes that they agree to.
I recently realised that I became a book like I wanted to but forgot that at last only humans are gonna read me. I am not in a world of books. Just a small book shelf with happy books doing their thing, staying together, telling each other stories.
I had one book in my life, my LIFE- My Mother. We shared that book shelf and she is a better book than I am. But then someone shredded her and left me all alone in this human world. Not loving it really.
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