Story behind the Passage
By mere chance, I discovered last week that today would be World Book Day. I do not know what that means to you. For me, it does not mean a lot, actually. That is because every day is World Book Day for me. I have been blogging for 203 days now. I did not write about a book very day, but on most of them. And that in and of itself says it all. What Cornelia Funke wrote in Inkheart above is what moves people like me and many others who read. We know that books bear the entire world inside them. Actually, they carry more than this. They allow you to transcend the world that people can see and touch. They are entry points into the invisible meta-world. This is not a metaphor. I mean it that way.
My Learnings
You saved me when I had nowhere to go,
You showed me the world that I had missed.
You healed me when I was sick.
You brought me to people I had not known.
You stand by me.
You live with me.
You connect me to earth.
You teach me to fly.
You will carry me further.
You will bring more joy.
You will help more people.
You will remain my guide.
What you mean to me cannot be written.
What you mean to me is beyond words.
What you mean to me is an endless fountain.
What you mean to me is the only hope.
You mean everything to me.
Because you taught me everything I know.
Everything I feel.
And everything I can become.
Reflection Questions
1) What do books mean to you?
2) Is there any material object that has been accompanying you throughout your entire life so far?
3) If you had to move and you could only take one book to your new home — which one would it be?
Schreibe einen Kommentar