Personal essay #1

People easily fall in love with the idea of love itself. They succumb to it; they let that warm,
fuzzy feeling tingle their senses as they let themselves be pulled into its shallow waters, only to be
devoured completely by the strength of that certain sensation. To be honest, I never was anybody’s muse.
I was merely a weed in a bush full of beautiful roses who all flowered and blossomed. Despite the lack of
interest people around me portray whenever I am within their radius, I for one, have found a true love that
only I can reach out to when I yearn for its humble presence. There had always been a strange red string
tied around our knuckles whenever I lay eyes on it. Ridiculous as it may sound, I have found my love in
the warm embrace of literature.
Something bizarre yet utterly enticing surrounds the idea of curling up to a good book after a long
day of stressful hours which may or may not involve school. In such an establishment as my high school
was, I never was the best nor the worst student. I didn’t stand out. The people around me were also quite
toxic in nature which might have led to my decline in grades since I started high school with scores of
flying colors. Even with that set in stone, never could I escape the panopticon literature held me under. In
times of woe and sorrow over a failed quiz, I bury my nose under the great works of Jane Austen to bring
me up. In times of bliss and good-spirits my friends gave me, Louisa May Alcott’s Little Women brought
me over the moon. Literature, may it be in any form, is a beautiful thing to experience. Ordinary things
such as food, shopping and sports are very much mundane in my opinion, yet reading the words of great
authors of the past remain ever so extraordinary in a world where change is inevitable.
Literature feeds me great knowledge of the years in which each was written in. In the mindset of
Anne Shirley from the classic, Anne of Green Gables, it provides great scope for the imagination. It
replenishes the brain’s hunger for more acquired knowledge and literature does so every time you dive
down further with a turn of a page. I thirst for words and new information to grasp awareness of. I am
ever so hungry for those sentences that fascinate me, I couldn’t help but replay it over and over inside the
deep crevices of my mind to make sure it never escapes. Learning has always been something I enjoy if it
weren’t forced upon yet acquiring knowledge from novels and poetry I freely chose is a whole new
experience I am ever so grateful for.
I am in love with the warm sensation a good book or poem brings me. It is my spouse that I’d
choose in a hundred lifetimes and any version of reality. What strange and perplexing phenomena we find
in the comfort of literature and learning! Though math and the sciences aren’t my strong suits, I know for
sure that everything I’ve read from a young age trained me to become wise with the words I write and say
with. Literature educated me enough to know what exactly to say and what I say is the truth. Speaking of
it may have been my personal hamartia or fatal flaw but I believe the words and scripts of the past still
have just as much relevance as things of the present do. They always do.