The wonder of the written word found in blogs, books and music is that each person – in their own unique way – takes from those words what is special and resonates with them.
The book One Day was lauded as a literary sensation: “unique clever and witty”. I wouldn’t be inclined to say it is unique as love stories go. Boy meets girl, treats girl bad, girl pines after boy, boy is a fool and can’t see what’s staring him in the face etc etc. Certainly it is clever, witty and mildly amusing in parts.
I don’t think the book appealed en masse to people because of its literary prowess or scope. I think it appealed to people because there was or is a little bit of Dexter and Emma in every man and woman at some stage in their lives.
If you look deeper, maybe One Day is not just about love but about life’s lessons and what it can teach us. How sometimes, one may wander aimlessly or cut a swathe through life without realising what it is exactly we are doing that is filling our souls with joy or melancholy.
Personally from One Day, I could probably relate to Dexter in some way in recent years. I never had his arrogance when it came to women but on the field of sport and professionally I was every bit as arrogant and full of self aggrandisement.
When it came to women I was quite, reserved, shy almost. For a 3 or 4 year period – though I always had a different date for weddings, parties or social calendar events – I didn’t stay with any woman for anything longer than maybe 3 weeks or so. I was largely indifferent to whether a girl liked me or not. I just didn’t believe in love or happy ever after and was pretty much not interested in settling with someone for the sake of it. I oozed cynicism in every tender act of love I saw among couples. In hindsight, I suppose, I didn’t give any of those women a chance…
Like Dexter I eventually found love…a love that warmed my cold cynical heart. I shall leave my story at that…
I will tell you though where the book One Day resonated with me, struck a chord if you will. It is never too late to open your heart and choose love and tenderness instead of the world-weary cynicism that is all too common amongst us today.
If you so happen to run out of time with that loved one for whatever reason, cherish the memories of the time spent together and try not to sink in the quagmire of sadness that can so often happen. It’s not what the other person would have ever wanted for you.
That is what one book meant to me.
Derek has blogged recently on the nature of blogging and writing and the eccentricities that comes with people who write. Why people write and what people hope to achieve by writing…
Some would say all you have to do when writing is open your heart and mind to feeling and emotions that you have only imagined and the words will pour from within like sorrowful tears of memories gone by.
If only one person reads what you write then you have been a success because if there’s something you really want to read, but it hasn’t been written yet, then you must write it because nobody else knows what lies within your own soul.
The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say. ~Anaïs Nin