“But when one is alone and it is night and so dark and still that one hears nothing and sees nothing the thoughts which add and subtract the years, and the long row of those disagreeable facts which remorselessly indicate how far the hand of the clock has moved forward the slow, irresistible approach of the wall of darkness which will eventually engulf everythingI love, possess, wish for, hope for and strive for, then all our profundities about life slink off to some undiscoverable hiding place, and fear envelopes the sleepless on like a smothering blanket.”
I read this quote over and over in my head. I took a second and I read it aloud. The words touched my lips and I felt a shiver through my body because not only could I imagine this experience, but I could feel it like it was happening in that exact moment. It was just so beautiful, dark and encompassing all at once.
Lately, I have found myself searching for just a little bit more in my life. Nothing extreme or drastic, but something that I can cling to. I have found that through one of the most dated and magical things our world has. Words, language, books. From something like Carl Jung’s Philosophy’s to the newest indie film that was adapted from a book. Language and words are so special. Communication through words can be almost better than through merely watching a scene unravel. What is so beautiful about language and words is that not only did they mean something to the author but now they are something special to just you. The words transcend the paper and they become pictures and scenes in your mind. You become a character in the book, you feel their pain and their happiness. It not only gives you something to be excited about but it allows you to have an outlet to explore a new world.
To me, these stories give me relief. I need to feel that I have discovered more about the world than just what I see in my own life. When the words jump off the page and dance in my mind I know that is why I read.