I have been reading many articles on happiness and love lately (central themes of anyone's life), and as a result I have collected many modestly inspiring quotes that I hanker to read at various times of the month. One of my new year's gift was a gorgeous calendar diary that chart's out the Telugu film industry (in kitschy art). I have started noting quotes in this diary. It has also become a mood/state-of-mind diary. Considering how many interesting dreams I have had this month, I am considering maintaining a dream diary as well (the recurring theme is missing a flight to some place, which a friend interpreted as missing my 'chances' in life *shrugs*, how very aptly doomsday-2012 of my subconscious self)
This very poetic line sums up the gnawing feeling I have had since the beginning of the year, "As a hopeless bibliophile, an obsessive lover of bookcases, and a chronic pursuer of voyeuristic peeks inside the minds of creators"...I am left with no choice but to assuage myself by compiling long lists of books to read. Obsessive is probably an understatement, I have started monitoring my reading and processing speed, calculating number of books I can read in a week (projected a year) vs. interesting books I encounter in an average month. It is a sad state of affairs really. The realization that I will never be able to read as much as I humanly want to, makes 'librarian' or 'bookshop owner' viable career choices.
If only the looming burden to change the world wasn't as great, and yes, I do take obsessions to a whole new level.
Obligatory April countdowns:
3 days to first ever half-marathon (woot!),
9 days to 24 (woot woot!) and,
3 weeks to temporary freedom from corporate shackles (any number of woots will underplay the joy here)
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