It's not just any book written by anyone. No! It's THE book written by the mother of classic, the sister of poetic and the friend of romance. Even though she herself never married.
To be honest this book will always fit into society. If it's two centuries ago or now, there will always be someone as giving as Mr Darcy and as honest as Elizabeth, or as flatlout stupid as Mrs Bennett .... What do we learn from that book? I've learned that there is always the other side of the coin, people can act like sh*t (pardon my choice of word) but be kind and gentle from the inside and they act like that because of bad experience or some other tragic situation in their life. On the other side there are people who laugh in your face while stabbing you in the back with a dagger. Ok, that's a little exaggerated because no one was killed in Pride and Prejudice. But still, I mean it metaphorically.
I have always wanted to be Elizabeth and find my Mr Darcy. It hasn't anything to do with him being rich but I wanted to find my other half, my soul mate, my love of the life... While waiting for Mr Darcy I totally forgot to live and maybe I missed the opportunity to find the person I was waiting for. Someone who I could have been with years ago but I couldn't recognise their value or didn't realise that it's him. You never know and thinking about it is of no use. At every step we take we make experience and that's what forms our lives.
Somehow the last few weeks I wonder if destiny is playing us before giving in to it's way. May be yes, maybe no.
Pride and Prejudice tought me a lot, but still I had to live my life!
Right folks, that was my word to the beginning of the week ;) it was a little to the thoughtful side. Forgive me, it's Monday and I have had a rough weekend.
Xoxo B.
