During the last few weeks I embarked on a mission of tying off some loose ends. Laying some ghosts to rest and finally finding all the favourite books that have been my companions for many months but somehow never got finished. I have been sorting through these books with the hope and determination that I will read every single one of them to the end in order to finally consider them an experience had.
How did I find myself with unfinished books you ask? Through the habit of always reading more than one book at a time, hopping from one book to the next until some books are fully read while others fall by the way side
As I combed through our bookshelf trying to locate all these unfinished reads, I wondered why they have taken so long to get finished and whether I would have a sense of achievement when I finally get through them.
It looked like I had a mammoth task was ahead of me. One by one I started leafing through the pages , first at lightning pace which gradually eased down to a nice leisurely one allowing me to savour every sentence, paragraph and chapter. I decided to give myself enough time to dedicate to the completion of all the works. Some were easy to get through while others seemed to be like hiking up a mountain, a pleasure to read, but rather labour intensive to power through.
From the onset I had set myself a goal and had drawn up a list which I kept on crossing every time a book was finished, this somehow seemed to detract from the pleasant experience of reading a book thus I decided to do away with the physical list and rather keep a mental note. This took away the sense of reading as a chore, but rather made it a treat.
As I was going through every read, travelling to all the distant places and awakening to different realities I couldn’t help but notice just how personal and intimate the experience of reading was, I found myself plunged to depths of emotions the one minute and being buoyed to dizzying heights the next. It was a true roller coaster ride. These reminded me that there is nothing methodical about reading for pleasure. It is as unpredictable as a joy ride and as equally moving.
Life has been said to be like a roller coaster ride, sometimes you are up and sometimes you are down. Every day brings with it all it’s potential, the liver of life is the one who decides just what kind of a day each day will be.
Today marks the last day of my twenties, the last day of being twenty something, the last day of being nine and twenty.
As I sit here reflecting on what the last decade has brought me and out of me, I marvel at the innumerable events that have take place in a space of a ten years. I couldn’t even begin to recount or recall them all for that would be an endless exercise. What I do know however is that nothing would have prepared me for all the surprises along the way. Life has been a mass of contradictions , there have been times of great joy and times of deep sorrow, moments of lightness and moments of heaviness, the spectrum has been very broad and wide. This has been a time of curve balls and steep learning curves which have lead to immense growth spurts and invaluable lessons in gratitude.
Throughout this time I have forever been holding out for the future, for the day when I would kiss my turbulent twenties goodbye and say hello to my thirties. The time has now come and it is with mixed feelings that I bid farewell to the last decade. As with a wonderful book that is rather challenging to read, but gives such deep feelings of satisfaction once it is complete, such is the feeling I have about leaving my twenties. I am filled with gladness for all the challenges, yet slightly relieved that I’ve made it.
I look back to my younger self and smile at all her follies, mishaps and successes. I see the hope and excitement with which she entered the twenties, a similar excitement which surges within as I now approach my thirties, albeit a lot more tampered.
The last page has been turned, signalling the end of a chapter. With all the excitement, eagerness and misgivings, I welcome the new era. Who knows what the new decade will bring , whether it will be better or worse, good or bad, simple or complex. It is immaterial, for what ever the future holds, I’m good and ready to usher in the unknown.