I love rainy days because it forces me to reflect on my life. In my solitude, I can finally read that book I wanted to read. I can write what I wanted to write when I was busy. I can meditate more. I can relax more.
The rain brings a soothing feel to me. I start to feel calm whenever I hear the rain pouring. I love that feeling.
Some people get angry when it starts to rain, maybe because their plans are ruined. But when it rains, my plans have just begun.
Everything I wanted to do but couldn’t because of the tasks of what needed to be done in the external world can finally be done because of the rain.
When it rains, some plans may get canceled. But the tasks that need be done in my internal world finally gets completed.
The flowers bloom after it rains, and so do I.
Thank you rain.
I came a long way when it comes to my confidence. I used to go through life gullible and clueless. Before I immersed myself in books, I walked around without a mind of my own. Yes, I did day-to-day activities like homework, class work, and projects. But I didn’t have my own thoughts.
When I compare the old me to the new me, I realize that thinking for myself, knowing who I am, and being aware of the world was not present before. Sometimes I think that wasn’t even me from ages 1-18. I look back and say, “Damn?! That was me?”
What led me to where I am now are books. Reading books gave me the mental freedom to find who I was, and as a result, my confidence developed. Knowing different subjects and developing my OWN views on what I just read is an indescribable feeling that I’m grateful to experience.
Because of books, I have a mind of my own. No one can program my thoughts or my mind. I know who I am now (I think – but I have a clue) and I still have a long way to go. My mind is powerful. What I think can either be my antidote or my poison.
When I’m finished reading a book, it’s a step closer to the REAL me.