Thoughts on Reading and Writing

While spending more time in journal writing each day, I feel that I have become a hermit in certain respect. I have been too much absorbed in reading and writing that it no longer concerns me whether I sleep late at night or that I fail to attend to some of the important notices regarding my work and studies. If only I could live with these hobbies, then I will abandon everything to channel my senses towards them. Of course, this isn’t healthy for a primate who is sociable by nature. But on the other hand, these hobbies are much better activities compared to boozing and inhaling ipil-ipil leaves.

Writing – you beat a psychologist in giving advice and restoring me back to the right track. You are the best teacher by teaching the most important lesson in life: Love. You are the best buddy, helping me out with my imagination on how to kill a cat by being a rat. You are the nicest priest, giving me an ample time to spend with God while accepting me despite my sins. And hey, thanks for being the best hooker too!

Reading – you are a big bad boy by beating my mind, disturbing my heart and keeping me restless if pages remain unread. You are a drug dealer (the worst there is) by forcing me to sniff your aging pages. But atop all of these, you make me brilliant and wise enough to abandon philosophy and embrace science instead (though you can never really recognize the sheer difference between the two). Lest I forget, you serve as best hooker too!

Writing and reading or reading and writing - whichever way, Jekyll and Hyde. These are my sides and love I them both. And I hope I could still keep these up even that would label me a hermit. So what? I got the best hookers anyway!