Life, unpredictable and full of twists, often leads us down unforeseen paths. One such twist for me unfolded on a Thursday morning when my childhood friend’s urgent request to borrow my car turned into an unexpected series of events that not only shook my finances but also revitalized my lifelong love for books.
In the wake of a car crash orchestrated by my friend, my once-pristine Toyota Solara Convertible became a mangled wreck. Financial strain and inconvenience followed as I navigated the aftermath of the crashes and the looting of my personal belongings, including my cherished dark Signature Ray Ban sunglasses.
Yet, amid the chaos, an unexpected silver lining emerged. Stranded without my car, I found solace in public transportation during daily commutes. This twist of fate became the catalyst for rediscovering the joy of reading, a passion deeply ingrained since my childhood.
From the earliest memories of being captivated by children’s stories to exploring the wisdom of literary classics, my love for books had been a constant companion. However, in the busyness of adult life, and the challenge of switching career role from Tech to Sales, my reading habit had taken a back seat. The incident with my friend acted as a wake-up call, prompting me to reconnect with the stories that had shaped my journey, and helped carve a special time from my busyness for reading.
The bus rides, once a mere means of transit, transformed into a precious window for literary exploration. What started as a compromise became a transformative experience, allowing me to devour books during commutes. The very constraints of my car’s confines, which once limited my reading because I am always on the steering wheel, were now replaced by the freedom to explore diverse narratives and books that have been gathering dust in my book shelf inside my personal library (the White Rose 🌹).
My reading journey, for the better part of last year was stuck on “Money” by Rob Brown over the past six months, regained momentum. The hours spent in transit became an opportunity to finish books with newfound zeal. “Psychology of Selling” by Brian Tracy, a daunting read in the past, succumbed to my accelerated reading pace, taking only 11 days to complete.
In retrospect, the car crash, though financially burdensome and inconvenient, became a pivotal moment. It not only reshaped my reading habits but also strengthened my lifelong love for books. The childhood passion for stories, nurtured through the years, proved resilient in the face of life’s turbulence.
As I treaded through the challenges posed by the car crash, the threads of my lifelong love for books remained unbroken. If anything, they were woven tighter, proving that amidst life’s twists and turns, the solace and joy derived from a good book could serve as a constant, reliable anchor. The incident became a testament to the enduring nature of passions cultivated since childhood, revealing that sometimes, unexpected twists of fate can lead us back to the comforting embrace of our lifelong loves.
Now, I have resolved to commute to work with the public transport system more often than not.
“In the pages of lost love, the chapters remain etched, binding our hearts to the bittersweet poetry of what once was.” – Farooq Gajo
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