The Problem With Books

Books rock my world!

One of my favorite things ever is secondhand book stores. Having walls of books around me is so comforting. When books are near, you are never truly alone.  

Writing takes creativity and imagination. Both those things are as much a part of you as your nose or your left eyeball, so writing a book is like taking your left eyeball and putting it on a shelf.. to... sell... thats gross. 
Can I re-do that?

 Thanks.

What I mean is that you put a bit of yourself onto the pages when you write a book, so bookstores are like huge social events. You are in a crowd of silent people until you choose someone to talk to. Thats why books are so glorious, reading them is like talking to someone. But they don't interrupt. They simply tell and stop when you want to think. 


The problem with books is that what is inside them is the imagination part of the author. No matter how wonderful and adventurous the story is you have to assume that life is not really like what the words say. Reading now has 'rules'. 


Don't believe that love is like that.
Love at first sight doesn't exsist. 
 Things like that don't happen in real life.
Fairies are imaginary.


Here is what I think:
Screw the rules. 

Books are magic. They transport you to another world, another mind, another way of life. Who says in that world fairies are not truth? Or in that mind love at first sight can't be real? Or in that life journeys and heros are not normal?
You can go anywhere with a book.

"Literature adds to reality, it does not simply describe it. It enriches the necessary competencies that daily life requires and provides; and in this respect, it irrigates the deserts that our lives have already become."

-C.S. Lewis

We just have to trust Mr. Lewis when it comes to books. 

All my literature obsessed enthusiasm, The Bursty Blogger

Wild Thing

"You were once wild here, don't let them tame you."

-Isadora Duncan

What a wonderful notion. Never being tamed.

I feel as though everyone tries to tame everyone else to how they think or feel or do things.  Maybe in making someone else like you your mistakes don't feel so bad because someone else is making them too. Maybe it is simply because nobody wants to be alone. Maybe everyone wants to be right. 

In my short seventeen year experience, I have found the greatest joy in being with people who are not tamed by me and who do not try to tame me. We just live around one another comparing our words and deeds like precious papers. 

Thats what my friendships look like. 

All my untamed enthusiasm, The Bursty Blogger 

So Pinnie!

So there is this wonderful little website called Pintrest. I have joined and found that it is like miniature blogging! How delightful!! 

Here is my page. 

Follow!

All my pining enthusiasm, The Bursty Blogger

Living Well

I have always struggled with fear. It is a vice of mine. 

I would very much like to live a creative life, how about I work on loosing that fear first. 

All My Enthusiasm, The Bursty Blogger

Children of an Idle Brain

Every year at the end of school I like to go through my notebooks and find all the doodles I did.  Turns out Government class is a very conducive doodling environment. Hee hee!

 He is a superhero!

 This is Burl. She is a recurring character in my doodles.

Anna Lee is friends with Burl. 

THis guy is a rail road tycoon! 

I ended up destroying public property by drawing this on my desk.  It stayed there for quite some time.

One of my favorites :)

I think the only thing pertaining to the government I was supposed to be writing about on this page is the word 'Government' at the top. The rest is arrows, berries, and handsome actors names. This page says much about my brain. 

This guy reminds me of The Martian Chronicles. 

Those were my favorite randoms found among my pages. 

All my daydreaming enthusiasm, The Bursty Blogger

Those Doors Keep Opening

Today I was ruffling about in college preparations; figuring out student orientation and freaking out over tests, you know the usual. I have been thinking of college in the abstract, "Oh higher learning? Thats not tell next semester." 

I fail to realize that next semester is three months and a week away exactly. I will leave in three months. 

Leaving. 

Los Angeles is my city. I grew up here, learned here, got exposed and cultured and fashioned very well wandering through it's crazy places. I think it is an ugly faded old city but it's mine because of the people. The people are not faded.  I love my family and friends incredibly much! Leaving  them for a place I know no one is bloody terrifying.  

But whats more terrifying is my future that is trotting swiftly behind the act of leaving.  

My life will never be the same.

I like to think of this change like doors.  Up tell now my life has been like one of those really fun spinning doors they have at banks and fancy hotels.  Any big adventure I had I would go through the big spinning glass door which I could see my family on the other side of and then I could always come spinning back to them through the two way door. 

This college change is not a spinning glass door, it is one of those heavy thick doors that open from the inside but have no handle on the outside to get back in with. I'll push down on that silver handle and have to walk away once it closes behind me. 

But, you know, it's going to be good. 

i focus so much on what i am loosing that i forget what i will be gaining. 

Knowledge, Wisdom, experience, new friends, new interests, freedom, responsibility. All these i am looking forward to because the Lord has promised good to me. He has promised me a future and way in this world greater then any I could scrape out for myself. This is part of His plan for me, so I am willing. 

All my changing enthusiasm, The Bursty Blogger

Swimming With Sculptures

 I found these beautiful photos on one of my many blog hunts. They are so stunning, almost like sculptures. They look like Micheal Angelo carved then from cold blocks of marble. 

I love them. 

Hope you enjoyed a swim with these statues.

All my enthusiasm, The Bursty Blogger