About Bookstores

Greetings, travelers and readers!

Today's not been the easiest day on my little thinking head, since my dear partner had to do a procedure and I was a bit more worried about it than I had previously thought. I ended up leaving my house earlier than I had to, and so I decided to explore the streets and the urban lives happening. Walking to put not only my body in motion, but also my mind. A wiser person before me stated that a busy mind is a healthy mind; and there are not that many things that keep my mind aa busy as being in a bookstore.

Reading is a hobby that I fell in love with when I was still a kid. My mother loves to tell that I learned some things in school faster than my peers, and so this writer of yours used to disturb the learning of his classmates. The solution? Giving me a bunch of books to keep me reading even when I was inside a classroom.

And so I met some of my closest confidents: Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Agatha Christie, and later Douglas Adams, Milan Kundera, J. D. Salinger. I cannot estimate how many different lives I've lived through the written words of so many geniuses; how many unique places I've visited, how many different emotions I've felt.

So, naturally, when I saw the signal above stating "Come in, there's coffe and books!" it was easy to decide what to do. This bookstore specifically had an enchanting atmosphere, and it allowed me to keep my thoughts on a different zone.

It probably does not come as a surprise that I also love to browse and buy used books. And how happy was I to noticed that the store sold one of my favourites, that I had promise to lend my edition to my partner more than 20 months ago, but it's still with another close friend of mine:

"The Unbearable Lightness of Being"

I know, I know... you may think its cliché to have it as one of my favourites, but I really don't give a damn.

It was another old friend of mine that suggested me to read it after a breakup. And even though I won't give more details about it, I can rant a little about the dichotomy presented in the book about existing: the weight of being alive and the pursue to make it lighter. Being, by itself, it's a heavy enough burden; we trying to make it lighter does not help.

Just like in life, a bookstore contains multiple perspectives on a multitude of topics, and our only job to enjoy it is being open to the unknown.

I think that one of the things that really made it difficult for me to exist in this world was to be a children that thought knowing every unknown was possible. I deceived myself into trying to think my way out of anything, but growing up is realizing that life catches up.

I swear that I'm trying to worry less; that I'm trying to not lose myself in my own thoughts; that I'm trying to be kinder with myself. And to not end it on so many negatives, I also swear that I will take more care of the people close to me, and of me. I swear that I'll try to be more patient and mindful.

I swear that I'll try to look at Life more similarly to how I look at bookstores.

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