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* On this day, 3 years ago, I had the chance to change my world completely. I blew that chance. 07-07-07 will always be remembered as “the day”

* Somehow, I’m ashamed of myself for not believing that people are capable of changing their attitude towards the better. I’m seeing that now, piece by piece, one step at a time. And I’m genuinely happy about it. (Being a pessimist can be tiring, too)

* Books don’t just contain characters - books are characters themselves. When I’m caught in the middle of “nothing” and stranded between “lost” and “confused”, I would look at my hand and I would wish that it was holding a book, a familiar, dusty old book. So that I can read under the tall buildings, while vehicles are passing by. It doesn’t have to be those profound and meaningful books that move a lot of people. In fact, I’m thinking of old books of poems and nursery rhymes. Those with a lot of colors and weird illustrations of what’s being said. And just a few lines can make me feel like my eyes are working again, that I can see the places I want to go to. That I can actually enjoy looking at things. Just a few favorite lines and I would feel like I just had my favorite breakfast. It’s not really that books have become life itself - no, it’s only a part of an unlimited canvas of visions and songs. Like a bird trying to block your view of the clouds. Like a friend, or an older sibling, whose presence can make you remember where you are, and what you’re supposed to sing today. And why you woke up in the first place.