“I often wondered: is it some kind of a trade-off. Do others have to lose so we can win? – Zadie Smith, Swing Time.
I love when a book strikes an uncomplicated statement that sparks a thought otherwise. Think about it, the paradox of it; the simplicity and its profoundness. On a day to day basis it happens, we lose, we win and it is a cycle: whether we like it or not.
With experiences and countless treasures coated by what-I-thought-tragedies, in my back pack, winning and losing can be a disguise of either things that make you or break you. Now, it is difficult, Imagining myself without losing and all the winnings, would life still be worthwhile for me have I won about everything?
Reading is by far my favorite thing to these days of Ramadan…
I was away from my habitat for few days and guilty as charged, the book I was meaning to finish in a week, took longer than I imagined. Anyway, just glad that it has finally concluded.
The Master and Margarita is my first Russian literature (translated) and I would say that this is what you call literature! Though, admittedly, religiously aside, there might be a lot of contradictory belief might arises (atheism, etc) But that is not the whole point. By Mikhail Bulgakov’s words, you’d say he’d spent time creating this master piece. It was carefully drafted and no lapses. It is as if a beautiful embroidery that may look vague at first but you happen to witness how it turned out astonishingly beautiful.
I can’t wait to share some blah blahs with my friend, who recommended it to me.
Until then, I would choose either contemporary or non fiction, to lighten things up.