I’m a sentimental person. I always have been, and I’m guessing, always will be. I’m especially sentimental when it comes to books. If I come across a book that I can relate to, I have trouble parting ways. Some will be read multiple times, others will only end up collecting dust; I know, not the best life for a book. A good book should be shared – passed through the hands of many.
One of my recent reads, which I mentioned in a previous post, was by Nick Flynn. I passed the book onto Rich, and he stumbled upon an interesting quote. At the time of my reading, I had no intention of visiting Mauritania, so it didn’t stand out or hold any significance, until now. Who knows, perhaps it was always in the cards and I just didn’t know it?
“By the time I make my way to the border of Mauritania, to the edge of the Sahara, I see no end to being lost. You can spend your entire life simply falling in that direction. It isn’t a station you reach, but just the general state of going down. Once you make it back, if you make it back, you will stand before your long-lost friends, but in some essential way they will no longer know you.”
