When I am trying to select a new book to read I follow a simple formula and am rarely disappointed. I will often start with award winners, as I believe that they have, likely, won an award for a reason. I then choose a story that communicates one deeply rich and profound idea (not necessarily truth) through a simple plot with few characters and one main setting. My understanding of the premise is not based on my ability to keep track of multiple characters or story lines that eventually merge (War and Peace). Rather, I admire a writer that, through two men in a solitary prison cell, can communicate the entirety of his existential philosophy.
My life is unlike either, but it is far less like the latter. The setting changes often as do the supporting roles and the plot functions more like a choose your own adventure rather than one streamlined and logical sequence of events. There are many twists and turns, much back tracking and far too many forks in the road where we are forced to choose blindly. There are always new characters to get to know and new surroundings to adapt to. And I am getting to the point where I want to resist with everything in me. I want to flop down on the ground like a child throwing a tantrum. “NO! I will not go.” I want to stay right where I am. I don’t want change, I don’t want new. And yet, change is inevitable as one season turns into the next.
And yet, I say this, knowing perfectly well that not all changes of season are bad. Some, in fact are quite refreshing and welcomed. I wait with anticipation as the buds start to blossom and crocuses beckon in Spring. I am giddy as I try to capture every glimpse of the colour that is to come along with the warmer temperatures that promise afternoons spent in the park, picnics and walks….lots of walks.
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