When I was a kid I would plow through fantasy books. The nice thing about many books of that genre is that they come in whole sets. After reading one book one day I could read another book in the series the next day. When forced out of my book world to eat dinner, socialize, or go to school, I would wiggle in my seat in anticipation of what was about to happen next in the story. Instantly, once released from my waking life necessities, I would grab the book (which usually wasn’t far from grasp) and nestle into my pillows once again back in fantasyland.
Unfortunately, I eventually grew out of this genre. Suddenly it didn’t take me away anymore. All the far off lands sounded familiar. The main character of one series strikingly resembled the chosen one from another. Still I kept trying and kept reading to get my self back into that wonderful wash of fantasyland emotions. In revisiting books of by gone days I could feel moments of the saturation, but sadly they were just moments.
In my searching moved around to other parts of the books store I found the fiction section and thought, “Finally! With all these to choose from I should be quite happy to devour the contents of these shelves.” But no, they didn’t stick. The stories had characteristics of fantasy in that they weren’t real, but they were fantasy based on this concert jungle I already walked around in. I may as well have been watching soap operas or cheesy chick flicks. In my withdrawal state of despair I thought, “what else is left? Reality is so boring, I don’t want to read about reality… or do I ”
It was then that I wandered into the Philosophy aisle. Philosophy, the mother of all sciences, the root of ponderance, and driving force of figuring out what the heck is going in this life. Suddenly reality wasn’t so boring. I pondered existence, behavior, the simple things, culture, and habit. I noticed references to it everywhere in history, advertising, phrases….it was everywhere. The world finally had some color again.
By then I wasn’t a kid anymore. I could not just pull out a book and read through calculus or finance classes. I had to pay attention to the practicality of the world. Groom myself for employment opportunities and speak in simple terms to avoid being misunderstood. After all of that, the Philosophy topics I had to leave behind were no longer interesting. Once again, I found myself needing something to look forward to, some happy excitement to break me out of my Eeyore resting phase. So I decided not to find it in just books… but to actually live it instead.