I was way too early for the screening of “Kita-Kita” a few weeks ago when I decided to just walk around the mall for a bit. I already bought a ticket and I have no one with me so where else are you going to find a bookworm like me? Yep! You got that right. You’re always going to find me inside of a book store, be it BookSale or National Bookstore.
So I really have no plans on buying a book that time (because I’m broke af) but just being inside a bookstore felt nice. It’s my happy place. Just being surrounded by books, knowing that there’s so many stories that I still have to read makes my heart so happy. And maybe I can’t read them all right now but I know one day I will.
I was just lurking around, looking at the shelves when I saw this book by Lemony Snicket called “A Series of Unfortunate Events”. And just like that I was reminded by that old story I was trying to write (when I was in College) about two people whose lives continuously intersect through a series of unfortunate events. I was planning to give it the title “A Series of Unfortunate Events” but then, while doing my usual rounds at NBS I saw THIS certain book which holds the title of MY story. I felt robbed. I felt so robbed that I threw away the idea altogether and never went back to writing that story ever again. I know. So dramatic! But that’s me. Haha.
So I continued walking around, browsing interesting titles, reading synopses at the back covers of the books, when this old woman came inside.
I don’t know why I was hyper aware of what was happening around me that time (I’m usually spaced out) but I saw her the moment she stepped inside the store. The salesperson immediately greeted her and they fell into a seamless conversation. Apparently, the old woman was looking for a book and asked for the help of the salesperson to reserve it for her if it ever came in the delivery.
I was watching her for a few good minutes as she diligently looked through the shelves and shelves of books around us when I had this thought,
“That’s me in a few decades.”
(If I will be fortunate enough to reach her age.)
Seeing her felt like I had a glimpse into my future. Still lurking on bookstores, being friends with the salesperson and still looking for more books to read. And that is not such a bad future. To think that I’m still in love with books in the future is a very comforting thought. Actually, now that I think about it, if you fall in love with books… is there any way back? Can you fall out of love with books? I think not.
If that scene is what’s instore for my future, I really can’t wait to get there. I know, I have very simple dreams. I just want a future where I am nothing but comfy. Maybe just throw in some knitting needles and yarns and some canvas and paints and it will be an even better future.
But just so you know, I still ended up leaving the bookstore with my bag a little bit heavier, my wallet a little bit lighter but my heart a little bit fuller.
Typical bookworm that I am.