I’ve always wanted to be extraordinarily knowledgeable and you don’t get that from a different kind of job other than to own a bookstore. Most of the successful writers have owned bookstores. I like being surrounded by smart people, I feel it boosts my own potential, and where else would one find all the smartness under one roof except in a bookstore?
I often dream about owning a bookstore with a cafe serving one of the best coffees in town with varieties of cakes. Bookstore is a place where everyone can gain and acquire knowledge thus be inspiring, and the messages which books carry are so powerful that they revolutionize our lives. I just really like books; I really like coffee; and I like hanging out in bookstores.
For an English major like with me a PhD in Business Management, bookstores have a consecrated class, the silence of a temple crowded with fictitious figures, with no statues or stained glass, only names of the demigods written on the colourful spines coating the shelves. I don’t think people will stop reading, or buying, paper books anytime soon in this age of e-books.
Surrounded by the smell of good books and brewing coffee, maybe even some Chinese board games, pretty wooden chairs, with a strict note – ipads and kindles not allowed, nesting bibliophiles is a world where I always travel to where I find myself owning a bookstore.
I want to give people that they’re proud of, a place where there’s always something happening, be it an author event, a reading group, a coffee morning, an evening of music or poetry, or just a place where they can be inspired by something they find on the shelves.
I love people, I love talking to them. I want to know everything about them and when the interaction has to do with books or reading. I can talk about books forever. And because I believe that books are personal, I feel like I’m really getting to know people when we’re talking about books. My personal reason for wanting to open a bookstore is that I feel like it is the realest, most genuine and personal way that I can connect with people. By designing a space, filling it with books that I’ve chosen, and inviting people into that world, involving them in the making and growth of that world: that feels like inviting them into my life in the realest intellect I can envisage.
Observably I know this dream would not come true, But just to imagine it is enough for me. Luckily, there are people in the world who possess the knowhow and get-up-and-go to turn such dreams into a potentially working reality. I say so because it is getting harder to open such a concern.
For now I feel like I’m walking on clouds” just by sharing my dream and I guess that would actually happen if my dream comes true.
This Post is written for Day#18 of NaBloPoMo which challenges you to a blog post every single day in November. This is a great opportunity to publish posts daily, meet other bloggers, and try something new.
I write a lot, which keeps me off the streets and out of trouble. There is always something to write about, always a new story to craft. Not writing, for me, is like trying to hold back a sneeze. Learning to write was the most powerful influence in my life. I can still remember the awe I felt when I realized I could put real words onto paper and tell out a story. From that first ‘a-ha’ moment I knew I wanted to write.
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