Dear Reader,
The world is made entirely of stories. They are all around us, woven into the very fabric of our day-to-day life. It is to such an extent that they are intrinsic to our society, that most of us have grown to forget they're even there.
A tragic mistake.
For it is the stories we tell ourselves, and the ones we tell others, that shape our lives and futures. Every single person on earth is a consumer of stories. Unfortunately, not all stories have value.
To read, thus, is to choose. It is the act of seeking specific stories, for their value or their charm, based on the knowledge that stories will find you either way. To read is to take control. It is to rebel against the epidemic of indifference.
To write, well, that is an even bigger rebellion. It is an outright revolt in which one takes the power of stories and flips it on its head. Words are weapons, sentences strategy. Pen hits paper and the battle begins. A war is waged to carve out a space for the new story.
A book is the trophy.
A book is a city rebuilt from rubble. It is the smell of the rain-soaked earth after a storm, somehow bottled. It is a dandelion preserved in resin, with every little seed still attached.
I guess what I'm trying to say is thank you.
To the readers, who choose.
To the writers, who battle.
To the books that result.
Thank you.
That was beautiful! ❤