By Gelo Atienza
I want to write about love. I want to write about peace. I want to write about war. I want to write about how peace was disturbed when war came because of love for a woman with the face that launched a thousand ships. I am itching to write about how one makes friends with strangers and how people who are more than friends become strangers. I want to write about how no one ever found the coveted pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. I want to write about the rainbow and the dispersion of white light into a spectrum as it strikes a prism. I may even write about the thousands of things you can do with the length of Rapunzel’s long hair, or what I would have wished for if I happen to stumble upon a old rusty lump that contains a blue jolly guy with magical powers, the lost city of Atlantis, the abominable snowman, the Loch Ness monster, and all those cryptids of sort. I want to write about Communism, Marxism, Mercantilism, Capitalism, Existentialism, and all those –isms –isms.
These were just some of the things that crossed my mind when asked to write about anything under the sun. Speaking of sun, the beach and yachts also crossed my mind then jumped to extra terrestrial invasion. Anyway, talking about what to write and not writing about it is just pointless. Writing, with no one to read it, more so. Now I’m pretty sure I’m not the right person to talk about the importance of reading and how I would instill it in people’s minds for I myself is part of the indolent modern society. This society, created by mankind’s hard work to find better ways of making life easier, has more yet to grow. Thus, if innovations reached a point where you can just press a button then information suddenly seeps into your brain, it is not impossible to picture a new world where there is no place for books and writers. The kneejerk response would probably to blame the advancement of human technology that with it is a serendipitous discovery of a modern aged widespread disease—laziness.
It’s no surprise how the society does not give as much importance to writing and reading, creative in particular, than the stocks exchange or who’s name makes it big in The Wall Street Journal. This was probably brought about by how it is used in movies as the major that causes debates between parents and child, as they see no money in it. Or by how people predicts that like stardom and fame, only the few great would make it big in this field or that you will never be as great as the classics. Anyway, if you reached this line of this essay, kudos to you. For you have spared precious seconds or a minute of your irreversible time to read what someone wrote.