Doesn’t That Make Life A Story?


Every time I finish reading a book, I open my notebook and copy down sentences and paragraphs that I have liked and underlined. I say underlined because I am not much of a fan of using highlighters in a book; instead I use a pencil and ruler. Sometimes I think that in the world of technology that we are living in this is a waste of time. But there comes a moment in my life when I am stuck and can’t move on, so I refer to my so called ‘quote diary’ and start reading and somehow I feel better afterwards. I have quote diaries (notebooks) that are older than my own kids, dated back to my high school days. I even use the quotes in my blog posts to further emphasize my point.

On Friday the 15th of February, I was surprised to receive a comment from the person I had blogged about in one of my articles posted two years ago. I was surprised, since the article was dated April 2011. The entire article was about the incompetence of some editors and publishers in current times and their failure to recognize the originality of quotes, story ideas, plots, etc. As you can see the idea of the original article started from a quote I read in the Gazette Montreal. My aim:

“Is to put down on paper what I see and what I feel in the best and simplest way.” Ernest Hemingway

Another strange moment I had on that same Friday the 15th came from a telephone call I received from one of the hospitals in Montreal which my husband visited as a patient. The receptionist was asking if my husband still needed to see a liver specialist. She said she had in front of her a referral from my husband’s doctor to see a specialist. After I hung up, I realized that the referral she was talking about was dated 2011. SERIOUSLY? I didn’t know what to do or how to react at that moment I was on the phone. All I know is that the minute I put the phone down I sobbed out loud for hours. Could things have been better had we seen the specialist on time? Was this an opportunity missed? Why now, when it’s been exactly three months since his death? What was wrong with the world? Or has it always been this way?

The End

“The world isn’t just the way it is. It is how we understand it, no? And in understanding something, we bring something to it, no?
Doesn’t that make life a story?” Yann Martel

True, life is a story. We all have a different understanding of the world we live in. We have a different way of looking at things and events and interpreting them. We all have a different story to tell. And a story:

“Has no beginning or end: arbitrarily one chooses that moment of experience from which to look back or from which to look ahead.”

ChK

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6 Responses to Doesn’t That Make Life A Story?

  1. marisaporter says:

    Awesome. Completely awesome and beautiful. Those quotes. no wonder you copy them down.

  2. marisaporter says:

    Reblogged this on Marisa Porter and commented:
    This perfectly articulates what has been burning inside of me for months. Awhile ago I put on facebook,”The minute you begin to think positive thoughts, hope and faith-filled thoughts, the world becomes a better place.”

  3. jamharl says:

    therefore, life is what we make it… you can be sad if you choose to be sad and you can freely be happy if you try to understand life the way it is. So, where should we be?

  4. jamharl says:

    Reblogged this on jamesharl – study and write and commented:
    therefore, life is what we make it… you can be sad if you choose to be sad and you can freely be happy if you try to understand life the way it is. So, where should we be?

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