The pursuit of knowledge

After cleaning my room this morning, I sat on the edge of my bed, basking in the spring sunlight, looking at my medium-sized bookcase. I was feeling proud of it bursting at the seams, filled with books of the words I have indulged in and let seep into my mind. I looked over at Brave New World by Aldous Huxley, peeping through the edges of other books lined on the book shelf. Brave New World is one of my favourite books, the way that Huxley describes the psyche of a modern society and how it shapes its civilians is tantalising and drug-like for my insides. I thought of the time that I first read Brave New World. I was in high-school, wanting to further my literary knowledge and expand my reading ability. I would google "Top 100 books to Read", make lists of books to read, and make my mum drive me to the public library so I could loan these reverend books out. I was quite the studious student in high-school (pressure from parents, maybe habitual built over years) and after hours of having to trough through textbooks and past exam papers, I would always have time for the books well-sought after to read.

Thinking about how I used to be like this, a common habit and activity I revelled in, made me realise that the pursuit of knowledge and understanding, is something that I will always keep on fuelling. It is what helps me stay grounded, to this world and its people. There are so many different ways of thinking, understanding and appreciating for humans. It is important to remind yourself that the world does not revolve around you, and the world isn't there to serve your needs/ wants/ emotions.