Kathmandu, April 7: If you ever pick this thing up called a book, make sure you’ve put your seatbelts on. Because it’ll hunt you down and it’ll tear you apart. It’ll break your heart and tear your soul into shreds. It’ll heal your pain and take you home. But then it’ll burn you down and set you ablaze, it’ll show you the darkest pits of hell and the glory of heaven. It’ll let you touch the Holy Grail, and then feel the despair of the curse of Cain.
You’ll wish you had an iron skin, to stop those needles from piercing it and yet it leaves you sharp and mellow like leather, after it is done. You’ll wish you had a stone heart so you won’t feel, but then you’ll wish your eyes were wells to satisfy your grief. Tears and laughter are like sunshine and rain, always there, never consistent, and you won’t know which comes after and which before.
You’ll learn to love the nonexistent, to believe in the false, yet it’ll pepper you with battle scars from all of its wars. You can’t live with it, it’ll be too much to take, and yet, you can’t live without it because that’s just straight out suicidal.
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It will show you that every gift is not beautiful and everything beautiful is not to be cherished. You’ll feel the joys of life, feel the music in each soul. You’ll find worlds that you’ll grow to love much, that home has a new meaning. Friends do not matter when you’ve encountered it, for it is what anchors you, not the earths’ gravity.
You will have a different eye, a different mind and brain, a different way of looking at people with a pair of an unusual lens and would drive you insane. You’ll be sucked into its vortex, never to return. Once that happens, the smallest things will have the biggest meanings and nobody will know what a single word can function your inner mechanisms. But then we always have a good time whether its hail, rain, or sunshine.
Everything else goes out of the window when you are together, and you’ll learn to believe in forever as long you’ll have each other. It builds you up, then brings you down. Pulls you low and takes you high. You’ll never be able to forget what it feels like to be immersed in it and you’ll go craving for it, then get addicted, like a drug, not able to live without it. You’re on roller coaster that’ll never stop, not until you put it down or unless your heart stops.
Though your life went through the blender, you’ll never regret picking it up. Because you know you would’ve done it, sooner or later leaving you on a paperback high, a high that lasts a lifetime. So if you ever pick this thing up called a book, make sure you’ve put your seatbelts on.
