Books are a uniquely portable magic.That’s what Stephen King said in his memoir regarding the art of writing. Maybe that is why I couldn’t understand when, being in close proximity to the garbage bin, I saw a bag almost full of books, a fact that now, thinking back, really shocks me.
You feel like falling down, you don’t know what to do and you go with the wind. You know you have to make a change but you don’t know how. Time passes but you don’t know how to tackle things and situations, you do what you think is best for you. You feel like your life is defined by a single thing and you feel like a failure. You are disappointed of yourself. When you are face to face with a challenge or problem you deal with it as a loser and not as a winner. When you have a success you believe you weren’t worth it and that it was luck or faith. When it comes to a failure, you believed you deserve it. You want to believe that change is brought by a new pen, perfume or something superficial like this. When you see this doesn’t happen, you are disappointed. You hope for the better, but you’re doing nothing.