The happy place

I’m learning stuff from the TV right now. Apparently Crime and Punishment is a most profound book. Thought provoking is not enough to describe, it’s life altering.

That’s pretty significant.

Might even read it myself, although honestly I’ve had a hard time enjoying the Dostojevskij books I’ve tried so far. Frankly speaking the people in those books have seemed irratic and have acted strange: overreacted to things and so forth.

And I’ve had a hard time keeping track of who is who and it could be a cold fact that I do not possess a formidable enough brain to appreciate such treasures, but I’ll give it a shot one fine day. (I enjoyed the Gambler a lot but it was a short and straight forward novel, but the others are dense and thick or so it seems to me.)

Maybe one fine day when I have a lot of time and am not re reading the First Law triology. Then I might give it a shot. By then my brain might’ve ripened with age and experience.

The fact is that I’m equipped with this somewhat (some might say) unsophisticated brain I have got and for that I am very thankful.

Indeed.

I couldn’t picture a life without my brain.

However: I wrote this post not to flaunt my ignorance, but because of that which I saw on the TV just now: that certain books can have such a massive impact for some people. That is something I myself can testify to be true from my own experience.

But it was a movie in my case, six days seven nights. I’ve written about this one before because as I’ve written before I’m much like an album (or even a single song) on repeat. That film made me stop and think what I wanted from life, what type of career would make me happy (not climbing no corporate ladder, that’s for sure)

Same is true for songs like I’ve written before: keep em on the toes.

Somewhere inside there is a small voice which is your own: listen to that one and pay no heed to what plans others might have for you.

That’s my sage advice.