🤔 Who am I?
           A question that a large number of people have come across at some point in their lives. After long periods of time reflecting on it, I think that I have an answer. It is most likely a provisional one, or it may have several pigments that I have not noticed on the canvas yet; however, it is useful for my day-to-day life.
           I love immersing myself in the fictional stories of novelists, playwrights, poets and short story writers. Yet, on a personal level, I regard my reading as incomplete if I do not ponder on what I have just read—the symbols, characters, themes, emotions, and so on. This might be seen as a highly logical and even pragmatic approach to literature. But reflecting on it increases the value and impact that it may have in our lives: the primary goal of literature, though I may of course be mistaken. I dislike novels, plays or short stories that solely rely on the plot; that is why they are known as plot-driven stories. I experience something similar with poems where it seems like the author wrote it exclusively for himself. We should keep the balance between a poem that is only intelligible for ourselves and one where the reader can grasp the emotion, feeling or experience that we wanted to convey in it, at least to some extent.
           In addition to reading, I also spend a significant portion of my daily routine on schoolwork and studying for exams. I also spend my time contemplating how strange and arbitrary is the world once you are not looking at a rational perspective. Why should one cling to experiencing reality as it is when we already see it that way most of the time?