By the Title

Did you ever feel like you just “know” someone? And felt that you can say something about him or her?

It’s like buying a book, but choosing to lazily watch its movie equivalent instead, then saying “I love it!” or “It sucked. I hate it.” Then, you might as well claim that you know all about it without even reading the whole book. It could have been that you’ve read a chapter? Or maybe the prologue? But, in reality, you’ve merely read the description from the back cover. The statements slammed on the front and back covers, seemed to cover everything. But, do they? The book reviews, movie reviews, led you to believe that you already know everything about it. Yes, you know a thing. Just a thing. That’s not enough. Did it ever come across your mind who the author is? Perhaps, no. So, do you still feel you have the right to say something? No, you don’t, it’s merely a feeling. Honestly, you shouldn’t even state the title. Why? Have you ever lifted the cover and touched the pages to get a feel of the book? If no, then you can’t utter its title. You don’t even know how to properly spell the title and even know how to pronounce it accurately.

Yes, as a human being, given a mind of your own, you can simply say anything. But, when it comes to saying something about another human being, the case changes. You easily use your judgment to state what you think are “facts” about other people. Come to think of it, if people were books and their names were titles, what would the movie equivalents represent? No, not the book itself. It’s the interpretation made by other people. It’s an altered version of what the book contains. Yes, the title might be of exact equivalence, but the content? Not even close. Relatively, there could be similarities, but it’s dependent on who directed the movie. The perception lies in the eyes of who interpreted the book itself. Thus, it is not of equivalence to the book.

Some covers may be worn out. Others might even be torn. You’d definitely see one that is hardbound. A stiff outside protecting the delicate inside. Its pages… most often held together by stitches. Perhaps paperback? Soft covered. Its pages glued. The book may be thick. Could also be thin. But its breadth isn’t the measure of how valuable its content may be. The printed words may be large or small. A few words will be emboldened. One or two italicized. There’s something common between these. Both cries for attention.  Enclosed in quotation marks, the words that beg not to be forgotten. They stayed, forever carved in the book’s pages. For every chapter, a new phase of the book opens. Every period declares an end to something. Not to the book itself, but to something in the book.

A person might be a series of books. This series represents the person as another form, perhaps as his or her succeeding or even preceding sequence. When reading a trilogy or any series of books, would it be right to stop after reading the first two books? No. Finish it. Why? Because you will never really know what’s the reality behind the book’s title if you end up not finishing it. Finish it. Finally, you’ll be able to say you really know something about it. Not because you heard it from someone or you read it from a review. But, because you read the book. You got a feel of the book. You were able to first-hand see with your very own eyes the lines that were inscribed in the pages of the book. So go ahead, open that book. Read it.

At the end of the day, it’s all up to you. Whether you’ll let that book sit untouched and believe the reviews you’ve read and heard or you’ll pick it up, open it wide, and read through, between, and even beyond its lines.

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