Right now I’m in the middle of a book, Haruki Murakami’s "Kafka on the Shore". It’s interesting to realize that while reading it, I’m placed in this kind of melancholy dreamlike state. Here weird things happen and everything is subject to my own interpretation, but every once and a while, I find little spots of clarity where insight is given to me like a prize for staying and appreciating the dream I’m in. I’m guessing that it’s probably similar to the feeling I had when I was floating in my mother’s womb, feeling like I was surrounded by a fuzzy warmth, but not really enjoying it because at the back of my still forming mind I just simply knew that this comfort wouldn’t last forever. It’s sad I know, but maybe ingrained in each and everyone of us is the knowledge, which serves as our own defense mechanism, that nothing lasts forever.
In a totally (or not totally) different train of thought, I just want to share one of the many ideas that stood out for me in the novel, so far (Remember, I haven’t finished reading it yet.)
"..in everybody’s life there’s a point of no return. And in very few cases, a point where you can’t go forward anymore. And when we reach that point, all we can do is quietly accept the fact."
I love this statement because it could mean whatever you want it to mean. It could be referring to resignation, failure, death, contentment, happiness. You can interpret it in anyway you choose. Just like the way you interpret your dreams.
