I met The Literature once.
In passing.
I saw something beautiful from it, something that resonated with me.
I highlighted it.
The Literature showed me
relationships
and
ideas.
"Hello, The Literature," I say. "So nice to meet you."
The Literature looked back at me, as curious as I was about it. I could feel it judging me - thinking to itself "You do not know what I know."
"How will I ever know what it knows?" I thought to myself.
The Literature, laughed, obviously trying to intimidate me. It almost worked. As those 24 pages of dense information stared back at me, I almost folded.
But I didn't.
No, sir. I shook the hand of The Literature, and with a determined look in the eyes, we dove in together.
I highlighted as concepts were revealed. I underlined words I thought were key.
I tickled The Literature with handwritten notes in it's margins.
I stopped reading and thought. Then re-read...and re-read again.
Soon, The Literature and I developed a relationship ourselves.
During parts of The Literature, I just didn't understand where it was coming from. I looked from other angles, and tried to find it's friends to help me out. Once in a while, I had to just admit...I didn't agree with The Literature. The Literature simply shrugged it's shoulders, the way The Literature does, and kept on walking.
I had no choice but to follow.
After that day, The Literature and I came to an understanding with each other. The Literature began to show me clues to connect it's information. I began to read The Literature with an open mind. I began to read The Literature like an exciting novel!
Soon after, I began to think a lot about The Literature. I began to think about it in everything I was doing. The Literature was seeping into my dreams. It was bombarding my thoughts! I feared I was becoming...The Literature.
But no. As any good relationship knows, one cannot simply become something else. One must seek and find the best pieces, the most relevant pieces, and devour them. Plant them as a seed in the soil of knowledge and shower it with nutritious information.
Soon, I noticed that my relationship with The Literature was changing again.
No longer did I need The Literature. No longer did I need to reference it's references. No longer, did I need to read and re-read, and cling onto every word of The Literature. Because I had found out that within me, was a new, burgeoning Literature. A Literature that was built on the foundation of The Literature - was similar, but different.
The Literature had become a part of research, a basis of knowing, a launch into another world. The Literature and I had come to a cross-roads. This is where our relationship changed for good.
We agreed to write and stay in touch. The Literature told me it was proud. The Literature told me one day it looked forward to reading
My Literature.
In passing.
I saw something beautiful from it, something that resonated with me.
I highlighted it.
The Literature showed me
relationships
and
ideas.
"Hello, The Literature," I say. "So nice to meet you."
The Literature looked back at me, as curious as I was about it. I could feel it judging me - thinking to itself "You do not know what I know."
"How will I ever know what it knows?" I thought to myself.
The Literature, laughed, obviously trying to intimidate me. It almost worked. As those 24 pages of dense information stared back at me, I almost folded.
But I didn't.
No, sir. I shook the hand of The Literature, and with a determined look in the eyes, we dove in together.
I highlighted as concepts were revealed. I underlined words I thought were key.
I tickled The Literature with handwritten notes in it's margins.
I stopped reading and thought. Then re-read...and re-read again.
Soon, The Literature and I developed a relationship ourselves.
During parts of The Literature, I just didn't understand where it was coming from. I looked from other angles, and tried to find it's friends to help me out. Once in a while, I had to just admit...I didn't agree with The Literature. The Literature simply shrugged it's shoulders, the way The Literature does, and kept on walking.
I had no choice but to follow.
After that day, The Literature and I came to an understanding with each other. The Literature began to show me clues to connect it's information. I began to read The Literature with an open mind. I began to read The Literature like an exciting novel!
Soon after, I began to think a lot about The Literature. I began to think about it in everything I was doing. The Literature was seeping into my dreams. It was bombarding my thoughts! I feared I was becoming...The Literature.
But no. As any good relationship knows, one cannot simply become something else. One must seek and find the best pieces, the most relevant pieces, and devour them. Plant them as a seed in the soil of knowledge and shower it with nutritious information.
Soon, I noticed that my relationship with The Literature was changing again.
No longer did I need The Literature. No longer did I need to reference it's references. No longer, did I need to read and re-read, and cling onto every word of The Literature. Because I had found out that within me, was a new, burgeoning Literature. A Literature that was built on the foundation of The Literature - was similar, but different.
The Literature had become a part of research, a basis of knowing, a launch into another world. The Literature and I had come to a cross-roads. This is where our relationship changed for good.
We agreed to write and stay in touch. The Literature told me it was proud. The Literature told me one day it looked forward to reading
My Literature.
1 comment:
Mindy, this is brilliant. Seriously...
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