I’m a dreamer and most people already know that.
I dream of big ideas and small ones. I have dreams that shouldn’t be shared because of their pure absurdity and other dreams that should be shared. Lately, I have been dreaming of a library. Dream big, right?
I’ve been dreaming of a library ever since going to the campus library. It’s boring and cold most days. If only I had a study like people do in movies – the ones with huge chairs, warm with plenty of candles, and rows and rows of books. Old books too. The kind you can smell the second you break open the cover, with a broken spine from being read so often. Classics and Moderns alike.
I want a big, full library someday.
Oh, to dream is a beautiful thing.
A true rival to Cambridge and I now understand why. Colleges, hidden pubs, libraries, and a history full of iconic role models.
C.S. Lewis, J.R.R. Tolkien, Lewis Carroll.
Writers. Inspirations. Heroes. If only one day I could be half as eloquent with my words as one of these greats. Even being in areas where Tolkien taught, and studied, and lived was a dream. To imagine a life much different than this is difficult, but to grasp that new “greats” are yet to come is near to impossible. There will come a time when my generation accepts their talents and embraces futures full of greatness. I can only hope it’s a writer rather than a rapper, a playwright over an athlete, a reflection of God’s creativity instead of someone with selfish intent.
Rant over. Food for thought.
In addition and unrelated, I regretfully regret steering clear of Harry Potter. Apparently remnants of films and features and celebrities are strewn about England – too bad it’s just another site for me. Maybe I’ll begin reading soon, because that’s the correct way any series should begin: Paperback.
Until next time.