My bookshelf is piled up with dossiers and binders instead of books. I only keep my current read on my desk, if it was not laying on my bed, so I can easily pick it and read by the window, gazing out the green and the red.
Tonight, I dug out some boxes to look for a book. To my surprise, I found five books. 2 philosophy, 2 non-fiction (autobiography) and 1 for fun.
Flipping through the pages of my philosophy books, I saw the notes I made in between lines. It was amusing to look at what I jotted down. I even laughed at the old me when I pictured myself scratching my head, trying to create an argument at that time... haha.
It is the graduating season again.
Some people are happy that school is over; other are excited to what is coming next.
