I had a fantastic experience this week that I must share.

You see, I went outside into the real world.  And I discovered that it’s great.

This week I had a free day.  For the first time in a long time I had no plans.  No work, no pressing engagements and everyone I know and care about was at work.  I was as free as my time.  I wandered to my local town, a place I visit to do the monotonous essentials that life entails; banking, food shopping and haircuts.  I never have time or reason to visit shops that interest me.

So it was with great pleasure that I spent literally an entire morning in book shops.  I leafed the newly released, browsed the aisles I would otherwise ignore [Crime] and took the time to pick up volumes randomly.  I would go as far as to say it was liberating.  For at least two hours I was the person you see sitting on that one leather chair they place amongst the shelving, I was the customer the staff eye and mutter “this is not a library” under their breath.  And it was fantastic.

Holding a book in your hands that you have craved and waited for is a really nice feeling.  I get a great urge to hurry through the pages so that I can almost win a race with my own excitedness.  But I was faced with brand new emotions during this trip.  As to stumble across a book that you might otherwise never have considered, merely because ordinarily, you do not have the time with which to choose it, presented a whole new level of intrigue and excitement.  I am still pondering whether it is sad that this such basic a feeling should have taken me so long to appreciate or indeed discover at all.

It is a pretty common given that modern life is rushed and conducted at a fast pace.  We are rushed by others, but we also needlessly hurry ourselves.  I discovered the other day that I no longer considered taking a little time to select a book quite so valuable in my life.  Apparently, getting home a little more expediently after receiving my haircut was more important to me in life these days.  Though, as it transpired, those extra few minutes reading the opening pages of literature I might never have even previously acknowledged existed made my day all the more pleasant, and my purchase ultimately all the more worthwhile.

I am obviously not the first person to say “go outside” and “experience life”.  What I do know is that I would accept and agree that this was correct, but then do nothing to correct this imbalance.  By doing something out of routine and without following my normal behavioural patterns (if that is correct), I experienced a little more in my life.

So from now on I will be acting differently.  People will think that I’m out of character.  They will question why.  But I will be happy, amongst a growing pile of books, that I haven’t yet discovered.

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