[This is a remix of something I wrote this two years ago. but these are still my current sentiments.]
THIS is why I love books.
I cannot remember the last time I was so hung over a book and movie (rather, books and movies).
Well, there’s The Hunger Games. I just love the Hunger Games. And then the last book was probably Harry Potter, and before that, Chronicles of Narnia. The movie adaptations of the previously mentioned books helped, of course.
Harry Potter, for all its issues about sorcery and whatnots still is, I believe, one of the best written books (I wonder, if only Christian authors at present would produce good literature, then attention to the HP series would probably be lessened. But that’s another story to be dealt with at another time). And C.S. Lewis’ masterpiece will always be on my lists of favorites.
But I have never loved, nor dreamed about, nor fantasized about them the way I do Lord of the Rings.
I read the LOTR books back in high school, all borrowed of course, but back then, despite my already existing appreciation of fantastic things, I had not fully appreciated (nor understood) the concepts of triumph, loss, heroism, grief, fear, hatred, and love.
Highly romantic, as you may observe.
But then again, I am a highly romantic person.
Hopelessly romantic even, if you will.
Then I think, why do I have a love for such fantastic, romantic, medieval things?
Well, because, being the person that I am, I am constantly grieved by the pessimism and indifference people have regarding valor, and heroism. Even love. Most especially true love. No wonder I look for it in books. As for my fascination with medieval things — I refuse to call it retrogression. I like progress, and do not deny that change is inevitable. But I keep a place in my heart for things of the past.
Ah, well. They say ’tis mere idealism, brought about by my youth, which brings me to say such things. They say that with the passing of time, all this will fade. If such is the case, then I wish to never grow old!
Aging, however, is an inevitable future. So what must I do? I can only hope that the passing of time will, on my behalf, hone my beliefs and values and not change them (for who knows what the future holds?).
And I can, and will, prove to the world that despite the chaos, ugliness, hatred, loss, and strife, despite the existence of all things that bring us to tears, honor, triumph, valor, and true love still exists.
Especially true love.