April 26, 2019

Books. Stories. They’re great. It’s a piece of art that can make the readers imagine a world, get attached to characters and feel different types of emotions with these characters, and once you’ve finished it, you either feel empty in the end or you learn something precious about the book. Or maybe both? but yeah books are fucking great.
My favourite books are ‘coming of age’ stories, where characters learn who they truly are and which path in life they wanna take. I have no idea why I like it but discovering one’s self is my favourite type, probably because it’s relevant to me at the moment since I’m still only 17(turning 18 this year) and I’m still trying to figure out who I am. Maybe my taste will change after a decade or so, but for now, I love youthful stories that make me feel so glad that I’m still so young where I’m still so free and not have to worry about any responsibilities.
I also love romance. It’s like I existed in this world just to watch and read romance content because it’s just that awesome. I don’t like shallow romance stories though since it just mainly focuses more on the physical attributes(such as sex) on a person rather than their personality and the colour of their soul. I like love where there is full of commitment, where even though the ‘puppy love’ wanes there will still be loyalty and love in the end, but this time it’s a different type of love. I would like to call this term ‘mature love’.
Love these days are so overrated even though they’re not even supposed to be called love, they’re more likely to be called infatuation. Teens these days confuse love with infatuation and is pretty sad. In fact, some of my friends would say they look for a person to fill this imaginary hole in their hearts and that their partner would be their source of happiness, and I honestly find that very wrong in a lot of ways. Imagine you being full of happiness because of this person, you feel fucking great of course because this person is your world, but what if this person breaks up and leaves you? what then? Do you find a rebound to toy with for a while to ease the pain and fill that hole in your heart temporarily? or do you just break down, forget the memories you had with this person and look for another partner as your source of happiness again? Both of these paths are wrong. Be your own source of happiness so you can fill that hole in your heart yourself because you don’t know when a person will leave you behind or not, you are in control of your own life. At least if you take charge of your own happiness then you won’t need to depend on other people anymore because you can’t leave yourself. Better safe than sorry. I’m actually trying to do that right now and I’ve been feeling great lately.
I’ve been learning to love myself and appreciate the people and things around me and I’ve never felt happier. I’m trying to be a lot more independent and I think it’s working.