I was about to make a blog on my to-be-read list for the following year and I suddenly remembered The Book Thief which I read right after I completed my six sessions of chemotherapy. It was an emotional encounter that I’ll never forget. I am still looking for a copy of my own since it was just borrowed by my daughter from their office. And I am re-posting this blog for all its worth. There’s something there that re-echos what I feel at the moment.
“how could something so seemingly insignificant give comfort to someone?”
“how do you give someone a piece of sky?”
This much I remember while I was in the middle of reading The Book Thief by Markus Zusak. I’d better jot them down before they become obscured and buried in oblivion. No, I am not attempting to write a book review here, this book deserves a better time and more attention than these few hours before the old year changes into a new one. Call me a little too sentimental crying over a good book but I just did when I finished reading the last page . Some books really touch you to the core and The Book Thief is one of them. It reminds me of Leon Uris’ Mila 18 which I’ve read some thirty years ago. And so far, this is my best read for this year. Reading has been few and far between. I don’t know, I was not really inclined to make a marathon of it but I remember that before my surgery last July, I was so engrossed with almost all of the new books by James Patterson. It would have been nice if we were able to save most of the books in our shelves including our long list of TBRs but then typhoon Ondoy made that a long-lost dream.
So how do you give someone a piece of sky? Dreams never end just because your life turned upside down all of a sudden. Dreams never end just because something unexpected touched you and you felt the pain. Dreams never end just because a few friends turned their backs on you at the time you needed them most. The unfairness seemed magnified at some point in your life but then you realized how lucky you are to still be alive and enjoying another sunny morning, enjoying a few moments of peace just looking at the sunset, dreaming maybe of someone giving you a piece of sky. Lately, I realized that in life, there are more things to be thankful for than to complain about. There are more things that make you happy than things that make you sad and lonely. The trick is to open your eyes to the beauty of everything around you. My illness taught me many things. Everyday should be something special, you have to embrace it as if it were the last day of your life. The journey may not be as smooth as you want it to be, but it is in the struggles which make you stronger than most, being able to face another day with a wide grin and a grateful thanks that you survived the hurdles along life’s way.
Have a blessed new year, a few more days to go and we’ll be changing an old leaf in the calendar.