The Typewriter

Call me TC, but that may not be my name


February 2017

Books in Self-Develop


My life has been lived through them. Each one. Every time you read a book it gives you these feelings; these different point of views of the world; this strange and new sensation that you didn’t even know you could have.

I don’t know about the rest, but for me? Books shaped me.

I can identify each piece of my actual personality and trace it to a specific character or book that led me to behave a way or change somehow.

The people I admire have unconsciously changed my personality by seeing what I like so much about them and why, and then trying to become a version of that. Because if I like it must be for a good reason, right?

I think every book nerd like me can pick a book and explain what you like about it. Same with their characters. But there’s always a catch.

I tend to get the messages and experiences performed on my favorites books quite deeper than I think they are or could be intended.

Like for example, a few years ago I got this huge obsession with Katniss from The Hunger Games, I just think she’s such a strong character, she’s not only independent, that’s a quality I really appreciate, but she has others as her priority instead of herself, which some think is quite ridiculous, but I think that’s what real nobility is about. She refuses to depend on others, either for physical help or needs as for phycological assistance, like, she’s always ready to help others but don’t let the rest see how weak or defeat she’s feeling. And I just think that got to me so much, because not only can I identify with those qualities, but they are personally what I appreciate more about myself.

Same with Tris from Divergent, she’s known for being small and sub-estimated, when really she’s just as strong willed as a buffalo and persistent to an end. She as well puts others before her and has her priorities well sorted, that I think is essential for living. Tris knows to put needs before wants.

Anyway, what I wanted to say is just…appreciate books. Because they are the most valuable teacher. Yeah, they can be fiction or romance or adventure, it doesn’t matter! Because it teaches you about yourself. It helps you realize what values you really care about and how you can change to become that and shape your person to a better one.

Yeah, there are also traits that can be a little unhealthy, but its all part of the package. What do I mean? Uh, at least in my case, after reading so much fiction books, I think I kind of got a trust problem. Like, books taught me that you have to be more than really careful about who you trust and with what you trust them with; because there’s always a risk they can use it against you. So it is not only hard for me to trust people, but I also became really closed with my own problems, you know? Like, I never talk about my real problems, just about superficial shit. And even when I really trust someone, I prefer to just solve my things by myself, and tend to oppress the need to ask for help because that makes me feel dependent, and I can’t stand to be like that. Which I think at some point it got kind of unhealthy because in the end I’m just bottling up things, and one day it could explote. But that’s just a little downside to all the great virtues and characteristics I have adapted to myself by inspiration of this characters and books I love so much.

I guess what I am¬†really trying to say is that yes, learn from books, but also be careful about it. Don’t take things to extremes. ¬†Remember knowledge is the strongest weapon.



You know how there are these things 

That you hate

But love at the same time?

Like drinking for example,

I love the taste of it,

But Im hating it the day after

Because even when at the time it gave me joy

Then it gives me pain.

Or breaking your diet,

While you are eating, you are so happy

But once you are done,

You just regret it for the rest of the day?

I have that feeling with silence.

Im in love with it.

I love how it lets you breath;

How it leaves you alone with your own mind;

It gives you peace.

But I hate it for the same reasons.

It makes you a prisioner of your own thoughts,

It forces you to think about everything and anything,

Specially the things you are trying to avoid;

It brings you sadness and worry.

Im in love with silence,

But i hate it at the same time.

January 22;

Words are strong enough

To hurt you

But they are also

Strong enough 

To make you fall in love 

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