There are times when what was once meaningLESS becomes meaningFUL. Or vice versa. I have this habit of indulging in things that neither seem nor sound coherent. But recently, I had read a book by Nicholas Spark (of A Walk to Remember and Notebook fame) called The Choice. Though the story follows the usual Nicholas Spark-ened panacea... yet one of the characters did strike a cord with my otherwise out-of-sorts life.... Stephanie Parker. Her brother describes her in the book as.. "She's an enigma. But she's also my sister, so can I do?....."
Its weird that he calls her an 'enigma'. However odd or perhaps different her character seem, I felt like standing in front of a colossal mirror. It reflected not what I am. It reflected myself as to who I really feel like being. The feeling I get everytime she leads the protagonist to sometimes the evident conclusion or the actual "choices" at hand to be made. Made her seem so surreal. And yet the every thing I tend to picture myself as my future self. Too unrealistic? Well maybe that's why it's an enigma. She embodies the characters I want to cultivate but it seems far fetched that I could ever measure upto them.... Ah, fingers crossed🤞.
Its weird that he calls her an 'enigma'. However odd or perhaps different her character seem, I felt like standing in front of a colossal mirror. It reflected not what I am. It reflected myself as to who I really feel like being. The feeling I get everytime she leads the protagonist to sometimes the evident conclusion or the actual "choices" at hand to be made. Made her seem so surreal. And yet the every thing I tend to picture myself as my future self. Too unrealistic? Well maybe that's why it's an enigma. She embodies the characters I want to cultivate but it seems far fetched that I could ever measure upto them.... Ah, fingers crossed🤞.
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