Why I Read…

1. It’s relaxing

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Sometimes books can calm me down. It’s nice to read something where I feel like I’m there, ya know? I’m not working my nine to five job, instead I’m fighting imagery people with my imagery best friends and we’re solving real life….

Umm, wait I mean fictional problems.

Books can sometimes take me places, like instead of being in boring old America I’m in Paris or Nazi, wait, just kidding that one wasn’t that relaxing.

But my downright favorite book absolutely has to be The Ancient Secret of the Flower of Life. And now I’m 100% convinced that some of us came from dolphins. This book has now put me on such a spiritual..

Okay I literally cannot write that anymore because now it’s just getting ridiculous. On a serious note, I do think that author is probably super smart and has written a lot of cool stuff in that book, but human dolphins? Sorry dude, I need a little more evidence.

2. Empathy

 

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Some books are really good at teaching empathy -others are quite the opposite. Especially if its meant to fuel propaganda… but thats probably a discussion for another day.

I do think Holocaust books, books about racial inequality. Pretty much any book that teaches us about how separating ourselves from others is bad will teach how to have empathy for other people.

3. Imagination

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Sometimes after I read a book, it gives me a creative vibe. Sometimes I’ll even paint after I read and I end up really liking what I made. It helps me think of things I won’t normally think of. Reading helps me to think of new ideas.

4. It’s a movie in your mind

 

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I’ve always liked the book better than the movie, most authors don’t control the exact image you see in your head. If the author says someone looks pretty than you visualizes what you think is pretty, there is no image of picture there to control what the character’s supposed to look like.

To be honest, I’ve found it easier to remember books better than movies. Maybe it’s due to using my own ideas to ‘create’ them in a way. As opposed to other people shoving exactly what they want their ideas to look like in my face.

5. Better discussions

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I think reading books can help to fuel some really good discussions. It helps people think even deeper about life, we start asking some pretty serious questions and figure out what we think works and what doesn’t work in the world. Book discussions can sometimes help us solve real life problems.

I’ve found book discussion to be a lot more meaningful as opposed to the majority of movies. Yes, some movies can be thought provoking. However, I’ve found myself asking more questions after reading a book rather than watching a movie.

6. Last, but not least.. THE SMELL

 

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The smell of a book, new or old, is unique, I think it is one of the most wonderful smells in the world. If frebreze made a scent that smelled like books then I would certainly try it. I remember on of my first books I read was The Black Stallion by Walter Farley. And I read the one my dad had had for years. It had a plain black cover, the pages were yellow from age and it had ink drawings of the story pop up every once in a while. It was a good read, and I loved the old book smell.

Motavating myself to be creative

I don’t get it. I can run every Monday through Friday with no problem. I can go to work on time. I can get all of my meals prepared and chores done.

So why is it so hard to find the motivation to do something creatively?

Sometimes I try to make it a habit, but then nothing comes out. Its like I have the paint brush in my hand or my fingers over the keyboard, but I find myself stumped somehow. What is the formula for doing this consistently?

Maybe I need to just go home, mediate, put my phone away, light some candles and listen to a recording of water running quietly.

I think I’m just so used to my life being chaos that I’ve forgotten how to be still and focus. I think I need to be more aware of the distractions I put in front of myself so I don’t have to do anything productive. My phone is almost never away from me and I think that’s becoming a big problem. There’s just so much on that one small device that could keep me busy for a long time. Surprisingly, my lap top isn’t as much as a distraction as my phone. However, I’ve used it to stall things I could be doing multiple times.

I’m hoping by just putting my phone away, I’ll have a much better chance of improving upon myself, but we’ll see.

Life

I’ve been working on revising this blog on and off. It’s been hard since there’s so much I want to do -and so little time. Right now, anxiety keeps me awake. And social media has become something deadly. I’ve cut out a lot of people in my life for the sake of my sanity. And social media convinced me to go back and think about how things went wrong. It’s been hard to find new friends and get my life together, despite doing better then some of the people my age.

But in some ways it’s worth it. I look back and think I never want to be like the friends I used to have. Friends that couldn’t be open, friends that would go on to have there parents pay for everything while I worked full time, friends that I couldn’t trust cause I knew deep down most of them were just as judgmental as I was.

I wish so badly to go back and save myself from my family. To teach myself to go after my dreams instead of becoming a doormat and doing their chores. To encourage myself every time they discouraged me from pursuing something.

But anxiety was a bitch and still is and sometimes it controls me and I don’t know how to stop it.

So I write.

It’s helps me to calm down a little, but I feel that tense feeling still there. Reminding me this will only help until I start to have other thoughts.