What the hell is water? : my introduction to the new world

I LOVE books.  I am kind of obsessed with books and reading.  My favorite place from age 6 to age 16 was the library, then after 17, it got switched to bookstores.  I love everything about books.  Smell, ink, fonts, covers, the feel of the pages, insights, stories, emotions, feelings, metaphor…and vulnerability.  Book is a powerful thing because it can give you all different kind of perspectives.  I grew up trying to get inside of authors’ head. I was (am) a book-nerd.  I was raised by TONS of books and Billie Holiday.

A few years ago, I learned a little bit about David Foster Wallace.  His masterpiece is called “Infinite Jest” and it is a 981-page book.  It sounds intimidating.  Then, my best friend introduced his commencement speech at Kenyon College in 2005. My ears had never heard greater thing than that.  The first time I heard it, my eyes welled up.  He did not say to be a go-getter or be a fearless, mindless, unkind leader of corporate America.  His entire message was just this.  “Awareness.”

So, here is why I decided to start my blog.  As being a book-nerd, I have always wanted to write since I was five but I never tried.  Writing my own stuff in this space is new to me.  This is quite scary and vulnerable.  But I want to get out my comfort zone and routine, then I want to be conscious about my life.  His speech starts with this one old fish asks two young fish, “how’s the water?” as he passes them by.  Then those two young fish look at each other, then say, “What the hell is water?”  I am that young fish in the blogging world.  I want to see what’s out there.  Not only discovering what’s out there, I want to be aware what’s happening in my world by writing in this space.  I just want to know what the hell water is.

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