Currently reading ‘Kafka on the Shore’ by Haruki Murakami, had it downloaded to my phone by my brother from ebook (he can be really wonderful at times if he want to, you know — my brother) and now, most of my hours are spent lying on the futons and getting lost with this poor old man in his own little world, feeling a bit overwhelmed at times, and holding back tears (not from sadness, but by the simple realization that people can really be put in a situation where being helpless isn’t something you can or can’t choose, that sometimes it is the only thing you can be and you need to accept it and be positive instead, be tough, be strong and survive. I want to be like this old man, that despite his lack of education, he possesses many things many people don’t. That despite being poor, he is happy and contented. And despite being alone, he doesn’t feel lonely.
