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A bit of musing

“Maybe this is why we read, and why in moments of darkness we return to books: to find words for what we already know.”

I may have quoted Alberto Manguel but don’t get me wrong, I only stumbled upon this aphorism on one of my prolific days on the internet thus you can expect I know none of his works. I should probably give him the attention he rightfully deserves not only because I might let another literary genius slip my fingers but also because the statement above is more than sufficing enough to convince me; but I also think I’m giving him enough attention (if not the most) by making his elucidating statement the object of my expatiation’s revolution.

Sometimes it’s unavoidable that in reading, our eyes simply read through the words without taking in its meaning but when we come upon something catchy, we surprise ourselves by going past reading and actually remembering it by heart. I believe the reason for this is because it relates too much of what we are and what we do in our lives. This was what I thought while reading Joanna Hershon’s The Outside of August — although some of the characters were idiosyncratic in their ways, the main character, Alice, shared some thoughts pertaining to human strengths and foibles that we sometimes tend to overlook. I was particularly amused with Charlotte’s (Alice’s mother) response to her daughter’s question as to why August (Alice’s brother) took great interest in swimming far off from the shore. She said, “Your brother needs to know what it feels like to be far away from everything familiar, in order to know how to love it.” It reminded me so much of Honey and Clover, of one of Takemoto’s many inspiring musings, “Pedaling my blue bicycle, I wondered how far can I go without turning back?” which he finally found an answer to after going soul-searching on his bicycle where he finally knew he had to leave just to realize how important the people he left were.

That’s Takemoto biking his way to Hokkaido

For me, there is that relieving sense when you see your thoughts of yourself and around made ostensible by other people’s words. I’m not saying it’s a relief that others have spared you the task of describing but it’s uplifting to know that you share in others’ perception which I think humbles, unites, and defines us as wholly humans. So once again — as one might note that I happen to be fond of quoting — I have some passages from The Outside of August that I think might relate to you one way or another.

“She (Alice) was more likely to focus for days on comments that no one would remember saying.”

“…she could go for days not noticing people, days where faces and figures blended together no more distinctly than leaves. But on some days…they’d pierce through the masses as wholly separate — painfully separate — in their startling individuality.”

“One morning she caught herself shaking up a piece of blue beach glass and putting it in her father’s coat pocket, only to realize that it too had to have a justification for being kept. It was no longer a charming oddity idly pocketed, but one more item in a pile that was waiting to be disbanded and scattered amongst strangers.”

Do you find yourself doing these once in a while? 🙂

Over and over again

How many times do I have to say that I love Honey and Clover? I’m currently on a break from school and I find myself, instead of finishing my thesis, watching H+C all over again. As we know, the first episode of season II is just a recap of season I yet there were words from the wise Takemoto that hit home to me.

I am in my final year (final semester, to be more specific) in college, and just like Takemoto, I couldn’t stop questioning my worth. As he was pedaling his way to the top of Japan, he was telling himself that he was afraid. Afraid of not knowing what to do with his life. Afraid of what may happen in the future. Afraid of the future itself.

I want to be a doctor. (forgive my random introductions)

But I’m still on the stage where I’m not sure whether this revelation happened on a whim or an effect of accumulating realizations. Let’s face it and I have to be completely honest about this, with the degree that I will finish (no, it’s not a medical course), I don’t know where I might end up. I don’t know what life holds for me after graduation. I thought to myself that the most practical way of helping others is to be a doctor and lately, I have resolved to become just that. But the path to becoming a doctor (and a good one, mind you) is never too easy. The stress it will inflict on me and my parents’ pockets will be huge. Hagu’s words can’t seem to get out of my head every time I think of becoming a physician: “What’s the significance of the path I have to choose at the expense of somebody else’s life?”

My dignity was decimated back in my final year in high school because I was told that I can never be successful beyond my lame mathematical and scientific abilities. I feel as though, compared to my present mental status, my mind was not functioning to a more acceptable cognitive degree and I was too naive to even consider that there was anything in store for me outside my pedestrian writing skills.

I’m struggling to pursue the career that I want yet I’m wondering if I am too selfish in doing so. On the issue of Hagu choosing Shuu over Morita, Mayama had this to say, “It’s not an act of selfishness either.” So what’s my stand?

Thinking of H+C

Presently, I am out of ideas (like always) but I do not want to succumb to idea oblivion yet. I have to write something about Honey and Clover, otherwise the thought will be lost in my mind’s eternal abyss of nothingness.

All my life (since I’ve watched Honey and Clover , that is) I have been gushing how much of a genius it is. I watched three episodes of it earlier today and I still could not help but feel its strong emotions all over again. No matter how many times I watch it, I would still cry over episodes like 6 and 13 (to name a few). It’s just that good. I guess one of the reasons I like it so much is because anybody could identify with at least one of the characters, if not, one can find himself be struck by a character’s situation or aphorism. It is just too damn realistic that when a character says something (topped off with a piano version of Waltz playing in the background), you cannot help but choke back tears.

Okay, I seriously want to continue this but my act of fetching my nail cutter seemed to have broken my concentration, thus breaking the thread of swirling thoughts that were floating in my head a while ago.